Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 20:19:47 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@yahoo.com
Subject: Wim & Kris Life goes On Part 5

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

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated. I do endeavour to answer all mails and
enjoy entering in to discussions with people of all ages, even those who
should not be reading these stories!

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.

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 please enjoy the story as it is one of love and
affection but it is not the responsibility of the writer or the posting
authority of any consequences that arise.

                 Wim & Kris - Life goes on.


Part 5

Amsterdam again!

The morning had broken, as Cat Stephen used to sing and the sun was
streaming through a chink in the heavy curtains. I had a wet chest and a
sticky thigh. My boy must have had a good dream fairly recently as it was
still wet and he was still hard. I kissed his forehead and woke him up. He
returned the kiss and gave my penis a squeeze.

"Love you Dad," he purred, "I had a super dream. We were on a deserted
island, just you and me. It had a villa with a pool and very discrete
staff. We swam, ate, swam, made love, ate, made love and then do you know
what we did?"

"No, you tell me."

"We made love again."

"You have a one track mind," I chuckled.

He thought for a second or two and then said, "No, I have a four track
mind, one - I love my Dad, two - I love it when me and my Dad make love, -
three - I love food and four - is I love all the other three," and he
collapsed in a heap giggling his head off.

"It should be, `When my Dad and I make love,'" I said correcting his
English.

"Yeah and I love it then too," and I got a smacking kiss on the lips. "I
need a pee, sorry about the mess on your leg but you are just too sexy for
an old man."

He jumped as I made to swipe his retreating bottom. What a way to wake up
in the morning. Two months ago it would take me all of an hour to pull my
scattered wits together. I lit a cigarette and tried to relax for a minute
or two. I had my eyes closed as I felt this warm body join me. I knew it
was David even with my eyes closed.  He had a totally different feel to my
Wim. Still with my eyes closed I put my arm round him and pulled him
close. He snuggled against me and sighed. He took hold of my free hand and
placed it on top of his tummy. His lips nuzzled in the side of my neck and
his hand took hold of my morning erection.

I shouted to Wim, "Make tea for three, David is with me, and we will come
down for it."

A voice from below acknowledged the request.

I extinguished the cig and that was signal for David to clamp on to my
lips.  I could feel him come to an aroused state very quickly. I held his
boyhood with one hand and let my free hand slide between his buttocks. He
climbed on top of me, pushing me on my back. He broke the kiss and
swivelled round to the classic 69 position. I slid my legs so my knees were
upwards and the soles of my feet were on the mattress. He dived between my
legs pulling my knees apart. He engulfed my rod with his lips and his
finger probed for my prostate. I matched his movements. His body was on
fire with lust. He was quivering from head to toe. Deep moans of ecstasy
were emanating from his throat which gave me vibrations along my penis. I
think it was the quickest and most intense orgasm that the two of us had
ever had. We could not have lasted more than three minutes. We both came to
a shuddering climax within seconds of each other and I am sure he produced
the most semen he had ever done before. He must have spasmed at least ten
times and each one produced a hot sweet stream. For an old one I didn't do
too badly myself. He flopped down exhausted with his head between my thighs
and his softening penis on my Adams apple.

"God that was good," he managed to gasp out as he moved round to lay by my
side. "After last night I was determined to have another session before I
went back to Holland."

A voice from below called, "tea's poured."

Suitably dressed in bathrobes we descended on the kitchen.

The morning went quickly and it was soon time to go to Heathrow. The taxi
arrived and we checked in. We managed to get a row of three seats on the
right of the aircraft, David in the window seat, Wim in the centre and me
taking up the aisle seat. As luck would have it, we were on the same
aircraft that we came back to the UK on. (On which we came back to the UK -
correct English grammar!) It was even the same crew, unusual as they move
from aircraft to aircraft. The Purser recognised Wim and asked if he want
to fly shot gun again. It was agreed that the two of them this time would
go on the flight deck. In my minds eye I could just see Wim telling David
how everything worked. As the seat belt sign went off they both
dissappeared with the steward. I waited to see if there was any change in
the attitude of the aircraft but as it flew straight and level I guess it
was still being flown by George (autopilot) not the legal guy!! I had dozed
off and the ding ding of the seat belt sign coming on woke me. The boys
were still missing. We lined up for finals and they were still missing.
They would not be coming back now till we were on the ground.  The aircraft
was at the gate and I had left my seat to "de-plane" (that silly expression
again that means get off). The boys were waiting for me just outside the
cockpit door.

"The Captain wants a word with you," Wim said.

"What have you done," I said.

"Nothing Dad, honest!"

I poked my head round the cockpit door, "Ah Mr. Hammond, what did you think
of the landing?"

"If it wasn't on auto land then it was quite good. I was always taught any
landing that you can walk away from was okay," I said with a grin.

He smiled at the old flying joke and said, "You will be pleased to know
your son actually landed the aircraft. For heavens sake don't tell anyone
or I will get the sack but that boy of yours is a natural."

"I assume he was P2 (co-pilots seat) and who operated the throttles?"

"Yes ...and..... me but he actually rounded out and held it off till we
touched down."

"Good for him, I've promised him lessons anyway."

I thanked him for his indulgence with my son and we left the aircraft. I'm
sure Wim was walking about two inches above the floor.

As we got to the smoking area I asked Wim, "Well what is it to be then, an
Electronics engineer, a Lawyer or a Pilot?"

As quick as a flash he replied, "Give me six years and I'll let you know."

We were sat together whilst I had a nicotine injection when two large men
stood in front of David. They said something to him in Dutch and each took
hold of him by the arms and made to drag him away.

Wim shouted to me, "They say they are Police."

I intervened and was told in no certain terms to "piss off." I had my
mobile in my inside jacket pocket and with it still in the pocket I turned
it on and hit the programmed emergency button.

I said in a loud voice, "If you are the Police I would like to see your
warrant card and identification please, that boy is in my protection and I
don't think that you have the right at gate 23 to take him away without my
permission." I hoped that the message got through, if they were the Police
I would have something to say later but if they were not then I hoped the
real Police got the message. I delayed them by arguing and pulling David to
me.

It took the Airport Police all of 90 seconds to arrive at the scene, the
longest 90 seconds in my life but what a response time. As with most
airports now they were an armed support group, all ten of them, four in
uniform and six plain clothes guys, all with weapons drawn. The two guys
were quickly overpowered and bundled off.

The senior Police guy took us to a quiet room and fed us coffee. I asked if
they would let Henk's dad know we were a bit delayed but would be with them
soon. I didn't want them worried that we had missed the flight or had
baggage trouble or something!!! We told the guy who was the equivalent of a
Chief Inspector in the Met Police who we were and I gave him the name of
the people in the Dutch Police with whom we were dealing. A few phone calls
later, profuse apologies and a promise to let us know what the fracas was
all about. As we left to go to the arrivals hall I complimented them on
their response time. Wim wanted to know how on earth they knew what was
happening.

The Policeman said, "Your father has his head screwed on the right way,"
and he told him what I had done.

Wim replied in Dutch and the guy laughed and turned to me and asked if I
spoke Dutch.  When I said no he laughed even louder, "You should learn and
then you will find out what you son says about you but this time I will
translate for you, he said, "He may be old and grey but he ain't no fool
and he can still handle himself." He looked at me and said, "black belt!"

"Third Dan," I replied, "but one hell of a long time ago."

David was clinging to me like a leach and I put my arm round him and held
him close to me for comfort as we made our way to the arrivals area with a
Police escort.

It was like a homecoming party. They were all there waiting for us. Henk's
dad, Henk, Paul and to cap it all young Kevin.

I made the usual greetings to Henk's dad and hugged all the boys. I asked
Henk's dad if he had brought a bus! He said he had brought the works People
Mover so we had seven seats. On the way to the hotel Wim asked me if I
minded if he told the story in his native tongue, I nodded okay, and he
gabbled away in Dutch for ages. The look of horror and concern on everyone
face was plain to see. David was sat very close to me and held on to me for
grim death. I told him he had nothing to fear and everything would be
okay. We arrived at the hotel and as usual we had to walk the last 50
metres. I had arranged with Henk's Dad, I must find out his Christian name,
that we would meet up for diner later in the evening at our local streak
bar. Kevin wanted to know if he was invited and we said we would not think
of not having him with us, much to his glee. They left and we walked to the
hotel.

I said to Wim, "It must be like coming home."

He thought for a minute and said with a lot of conviction, "No this is a
hotel, it was never a real home. A real home has love and affection, this
place never did, it was just a place to live, not a home."

We went through the door to be greeted by Helga. She had tears running down
her cheeks and a smile a mile wide. I got a hug and a kiss and then another
hug and a kiss and then a squeeze I was quite overcome with the welcome.
Wim was next. I thought she was going to smother him. She is a big girl is
Helga and Wim's feet were off the ground for a good few minutes. She guided
us to the office.

Sat behind the desk were two men.  It turned out they were detectives from
the Amsterdam Police. They introduced themselves and without my asking
produced identification cards. They again apologised for the incident at
the airport and again complimented me on my quick thinking. They had found
out that the two guys had been hired by the guy they had in custody. The
idea was to hold David as a hostage in the hope that he could get away to a
country without extradition.  They were now in Clink awaiting kidnap and
firearms charges.

They asked David if he was okay to read some papers and sign them and if he
did that then as far as they were concerned he didn't have to do anything
else. David gave me the papers to read, all in Dutch, Wim translated, and I
asked David if he understood them which he did so they were all signed,
witnessed and that was it. As it happened it was the statement David had
made to George but translated in to Dutch. As Wim had typed the English
version he made sure that nothing had been changed in the translation. The
senior Policeman gave David a set of keys which he said were to his flat
and left.

We sat and talked to Helga who was over the moon to see us and kept saying
how happy Wim looked and how he had grown. She also said that the hotel was
doing great business and she had made some alterations she would like us to
see. We toured the place.

She really had gone to town. The dining room was unrecognisable. It had
been re-decorated and was much brighter. At the far end she had installed a
small but well stocked bar with padded stools and secluded lighting. The
little rooms Wim and I used to have our meetings had been redone and two
adjacent rooms had been made in to one and arranged so that a screen could
be pulled across to divide them back in to two. She said they got a lot of
use as meeting rooms for guests who wanted to hold small conferences and
business meetings.

All in all she had put a lot of thought and effort and the place was now
very profitable. Wim was impressed and wondered why Van der Valk had not
done the same. Helga told him she had suggested these things to him but all
he said was it was too much like hard work. She had hired more staff and
everyone seemed very happy. We finished the tour and collected our key,
room 369. Helga said she would send up some coffee in about 10 minutes and
we got into the still tiny lift.

We let ourselves into 369. As Wim would have said we stood there
"gobsmacked" Instead of a double and a single in the middle of a completely
redecorated room was a monster king sized divan bed. At each side was
fitted tables with controls for the lights, TV, room heating, curtains,
radio and even a control to lock the room door. A set of controls adjusted
the position of the mattress and each side of the bed was controlled
separately, there was even a telephone at each side of the bed.

Wim's reaction was, "We must get one of these for home Dad."

The boys tried it out for size. They bounced, laid, rolled, fiddled with
all the controls and David found one which stopped them in their tracks. He
had found a knob which he had turned. The bed emanated a humming sound and
the look on their faces told all. The mattress was vibrating. They laid on
their backs, legs and arms outstretched. It was Wim who turned over on to
his tummy and let out a sigh of pleasure. David followed suit. I could see
them push their hips forward into the mattress and begin a slow circular
motion.

There was a knock at the door, which put paid to their actions and it was
switched off. I opened the door to let the person in with the coffee. It
was NOT Helga. Wim looked at him and was first to speak, to my surprise in
English.

"Put the tray on the dressing table please, I'll pour the tea. You are new
here aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," he replied, which made Wim smile, "I only started last week."

"Is this a permanent job?" I queried thinking he looked a bit young to be a
permanent employee.

"Yes, sir, it is my first job since leaving school. I've always wanted to be
in the Hotel Trade and you have to start at the bottom."

I heard Wim mutter under his breath, "I wouldn't mind starting at your
bottom."

I'm not sure but I think the boy heard Wim's comment because he went a
little red and smiled as he looked Wim up and down. It was David who spoke
next, the poor kid was getting the Spanish inquisition!

"How old are you and what is your name?"

"I was 16 a month ago and left school this Easter. I remember both of you.
You used to go to my school. I was at the swimming gala when you beat the
school record.  That was just before I left. Oh my name is Andrew but
everyone calls me Drew.  Everyone tells me I look young for my age so I
carry this."

He fumbled in his back pocket and showed me his ID card. It was the ususal
plastic covered ID card with his name, D.O.B. and his photo. I had to admit
he did look very young for his age. He was small in stature, about 5'6",
slim, not skinny but slim, light brown shortish curly hair, nice shaped
nose and very kissable lips. I looked closer and his eyes were dark brown
pools of sensuality and his eye lashes were almost as long as my Wim's and
that is long!

"Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes thank you, Drew."

He looked disappointed but left.

David said in a low voice, "God was he sexy or not?"

Wim replied with a chuckle, "put him down you don't know where he has
been!"

"I would sure like to find out," was the riposte.

All thought of seducing Drew were thrown out of the window as the phone
rang and I was told the lawyer's were down stairs with David's father.
Helga had set up the small conference room for the meeting. David went like
jelly. He clung to me and said he didn't want to go and meet him. He said
he was frightened, even petrified. I held him close and gave him a hug and
a kiss, told him both Wim and myself would be with him, to remember what
George had told him and go in there with an open mind. He calmed down a bit
and we went down stairs.

We were ushered into the small conference room to find just the two lawyer
guys. They made David feel comfortable and asked if he wanted to go through
with the meeting. They also said they had been in touch with George and
were in agreement with his plans should things not work out. That made
David feel much better, he didn't have to commit himself straight away. One
of the legal team left to bring in David's father.

The door opened and a man entered the room. He looked apprehensive. He
walked over to me and put out his hand. I shook his hand and welcomed
him. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind that this was David's
biological father. He was an older David. The likeness was amazing. I
estimated he was about 35 years old and I took in his demeanor. He was very
well dressed in a suit, pure white shirt, tie, and well polished black
leather shoes. He was about 5'10" tall and about 160 lbs. He looked fit and
had the same vivid blue eyes as David.  I noticed he was not wearing a
wedding ring. I felt David who was still clinging to me relax his grip as
his Dad shook him by the hand. They stood in front of each other and then
his Dad put his arms round David and hugged him close. David returned the
hug. It was then I knew that everything was going to be okay.

We found out that his name was David too, now that was going to be
confusing. I explained that we were all going out for dinner later and
would 'big' David like to join us. He visibly relaxed and said he would be
delighted to join us. It would give him chance to talk to us all. I
suggested that we leave them alone to start to get know each other and 'big
David suggested that he took young David to see his house and then meet us
at the restaurant. I looked a young David to see his reaction.  He was
looking at me, he had a smile on his lips and he gave me a brief nod. We
agreed and they left the hotel each with his arm around the other. The
legal guys said they would be in touch and left. Now there were just two:
my son and I. Wim had tears in his eyes as he came and gave me a tremendous
hug.

"I think they are going to be all right, don't you, Dad?"

"I'm sure they are and I have that feeling in my old bones we will see
quite a lot of them in the future."

I looked at the time, we had a couple of hours before the dinner date. I
steered Wim to the lift and we went to our room. Wim put on the safety
chain and I knew what that meant.

"I want to try out this bed, are you coming to join me, Kris?" he said using
my name rather than his now usual Dad!

"What do you want to do, Wim?" I said calling him by his name rather than
son!

"I'll show you, follow my lead."

He slowly removed all his clothes down to his briefs. I was surprised as he
usually wore boxers but God he did look sexy in briefs and I told him so.
When we got dressed this morning we must have been in sync. As I was
wearing the same underwear. With just our underpants remaining we laid on
the bed. Wim switched on the vibrating mattress. The effect was
brilliant. It was both relaxing and stimulating at the same time.  I didn't
think that was possible but it is. We kept apart but close enough to feel
each others body heat. We both turned over on to our tummies, legs spread
apart. We must have laid there for about 15 minutes when Wim said,

"Have you got a hard-on?"

"No, have you?"

"No but is it nice isn't it?"

"Very relaxing," I smiled, " we had better not use it tonight!"

"Why not," he said.

"Because you will be asleep in 15 seconds flat if we do and that could
spoil my fun."

"You mean our fun," he replied with that impish grin he has. Do you want
some now?"

"No let's save it for tonight, we will be alone in this big bed it should
be good. I wouldn't mind a naked cuddle though."

As quick as a flash he had removed my briefs and his own came of even
quicker. A combination of the removal of the underwear and the vibrating
mattress was sufficient to get both of us semi-hard. We went into a clinch,
arms and legs wound round each other.  We French kissed, our hands finding
each others buttocks. We were now both rigid. Wim broke the clinch and
dashed to bathroom returning with two large bath towels. He put them on the
bed and we laid on top of them. He immediately got back into his favourite
position.  We got back to our French kissing and the action became more
passionate.

"I want to give you one of your special hand jobs Dad and then I will want
one from you.  We can then have a snooze, a shower and go to dinner, Okay!"

I said nothing but rolled over on to my back. He assumed the Wim position
with his lips clamped to mine. His hand encircled my now very hard penis
and he started his slow and delicate stroking. His other hand was behind my
head pulling me into a more passionate kiss. I wanted satisfaction quickly
and I could feel waves of love flowing between us. My legs muscles
tightened, my buttocks clenched, he increased the grip and speed. My back
arched and my whole frame shuddered. As I shot my load Wim's tongue buried
itself in my throat. I went limp. It took me all of five minutes to
recover.

Wim was laid on his back gently stroking his penis. I turned on my side and
took over his administrations.  It was my turn to initiate the kiss. I
started with just brushing my lips against his. I nibbled his neck
gradually working my way back to his lips. He responded by clamping his
hands round my head and pulling me even harder to his mouth. His body
started to buck up and down. His breathing became laboured. I felt his
muscles tighten and I increased the speed of my stroking. He let out a
moan, his whole body spasmed, he went into a sucking frenzy on my lounge.

With each suck I felt him ejaculate and as he collapsed into a limp mass he
breathed, "Oh that was fantastic Kris, I love you," and he cuddled up and
gave me a gossamer kiss on the lips.

We both dropped off to sleep.

I don't know if Wim had not put the chain on the door properly but I woke
up on my back with Wim in his usual position, head on my chest, leg over
mine arm over my chest, and a person looking at both of us from the end of
the bed. When my eyes had focussed I realised it was the room service
waiter, Drew. He was stood looking at both of us naked as the day we were
born and I could see he was very sexually aroused. His trousers were really
tented out and he had one hand on the top of the tent and the other on his
own buttocks. I dug Wim in the ribs and he looked in the direction of the
end of the bed.

Neither of us made any effort to cover ourselves up and it was Wim who
said, "Hello Drew, are you sure that the door is well and truly locked."

I think that this shook him as I think that he was in a bit of a trance and
didn't realize that we were awake. He went deep red and started to
stammer.

I said, "If it isn't then you had better make sure it is, because if
someone else came in you would have a lot of explaining to do."

"It is, sir, and I'm very sorry but I was told to come and tell you it is
nearly time for you do get ready for your dinner appointment."

Wim got off the bed and went over to Drew. He moved Drew's hand and
replaced it with his own. Drew gasped as Wim held his manhood through the
cloth of his trousers. His slid down the zip and put his hand inside which
brought a groan on pleasure from Drew. Wim turned him round and pushed him
back on the bed. I put my hands under his armpits and pulled him full on to
the bed. Wim undid the top of his pants and pulled them to his knees
complete with his underwear. For a 16 year old, he wasn't all that big -- a
little bigger than Wim but much thicker. He was circumcised and as he was
dark haired he had a thick pubic bush with full sized testicles. He was
quivering with passion.

I massaged his chest and nipples whilst Wim teased his scrotum with one had
and started to masturbate him with the other. I got the towel ready as I
could see he would not last long. His arms flayed and his muscles went rock
hard and he let out a muffled scream as he put his fist in his mouth. He
ejaculated what seemed gallons of cum in the air, sighed and went limp. I
cleaned him up with the towel and Wim put his clothes back on.

I said, as though nothing had happened, "Thank you, Drew, for letting us
know the time, Wim and I will have a shower and be down in ten minutes."

As he got up to go Wim said, "Do you live in the hotel, Drew?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Good, then we may see you later tonight when we come back from dinner."

He left and you could see that his legs were still a little weak from his
orgasm.

Wim looked at me and I looked at Wim as we went to the shower. I knew
exactly what he was thinking. In the shower we did our usual cleaning
shower with a cuddle and a kiss in the middle. Wim said, "Is my ESP working
correctly?"

"I don't know," I said, "but I reckon I could make an exception with that
guy and really have sex with him."

"You and me both," he replied. Isn't it funny I've never wanted sex with
another guy other than you but like you I could make an exception with
Drew."

"If we do we will have to wear...."

"Yeah I know and I would want to know a lot more about him before I did,
but he is damn sexy."

We finished the shower and got dressed. Wim put on his BEST clothes. I
didn't even know he had brought them. He looked stunning, a proper young
man about town. We made our way at a leisurely pace to the Steak Bar. We
were greeted with open arms and led to the back of the restaurant where
there was a small private dining room. Both Wim and I were surprised as we
didn't even know this part existed. We were the last to arrive. David was
there with his new Dad and I got a beaming smile and a knowing wink that
only I saw. I was now very pleased. It looked as though they had hit it off
first time.  Before we sat down I asked Henk's Dad what his first name
was. I was informed it was Peter and he apologised for not telling me
earlier.

Peter looked at Wim in all his finery and asked said, "And who is the
delightful young man with you, Kris? Have you left Wim back at the hotel?"

Both Wim and myself could see that all the boys were looking at him in a
different way and I could see that Wim was really proud and as pleased as
punch that they approved of his new image.

"He does look good, doesn't he?" I beamed. "His own choice not mine. He
only wears them on special occasions." It was then I noticed he was wearing
my gold cuff links.

I pointed to them and whispered in his ear, "Don't you lose them, you
little bugger."

"I'm sorry, Dad, but they were in your toilet bag all covered in soap so I
washed them and put them on, are they expensive?"

Peter looked at them and with a professional eye said, "More expensive than
you think young man, Middle Eastern 18K faceted gold, unique I would say,"
and he looked at me for confirmation.

"Yes, made for me by the Jeweller to the Sultan of Oman, many years ago."

Wim was mortified and went to take them off. I stopped him and told him I
had no problems with him wearing then. They set off his outfit to a tee. He
was full of apologies and said he didn't realise how much they were worth.
He stopped for a moment and then went off the attack.

"You should not have left them in your toilet bag covered in soap if they
are as valuable as that!"

We let it drop as the waiter came for the order.  We had our usual, only
big David and Peter had not been before. Both their sons suggested what
they should have and it made it easy for the waiter as we all had the same
except with a variation of the salad dressing.  It was pleasant meal and as
a special treat the boys were allowed a glass of good red wine.  Peter and
I agreed that I would go to his place tomorrow for the survey.  Wim, Henk
and Kevin decided to go to Paul's farm for the day. The two David's had to
sort out his mothers funeral and probate of the Will.

Big David asked if it would be in order for him to use my Dutch lawyers and
would I be one of the trustees for young David's inheritance.  I agreed
immediately and the guy went up two notches in my estimation.

I had lost all track of days, times and had to think hard to realise what
day it was. I realised it was Thursday evening, the kids were off school
for Easter and it was my birthday on Saturday, Wim's on Sunday and David's
on Monday. God what a weekend this is going to be!!!!

Young Kevin piped up, "Do you realise it is my birthday on Tuesday, I will
be in my first year as a teenager?"

Wim and I started first and then David joined in.......eight, nine, ten,
eleven. Bloody hell!!!

Peter and big David looked puzzled until David explained it was the
sequence of our birthdays. They then had an argument as to who paid the
bill. As a compromise they halved it. We all left the bar. Henk, Paul and
Peter got into their car and left, Paul was staying with Henk. The two
David's and Kevin only had a five minute walk which was in the same
direction as Wim and I had to go so we all walked together. Wim and I
arrived back at the hotel and made our way to 369. It was 23.00 as we
entered the room.

"Are you tired?" Wim asked me.

"No not really, just replete. Come here, I want a kiss and a cuddle."

"Lets get into our bath robes then," he said carefully removing his best
clothes and putting them on a hanger in the wardrobe. He left his briefs
on. I followed suit. We sat together, Wim on my lap and had our kiss and
cuddle. We discussed the days events. We agreed that even in our wildest
dreams we could not have hoped that things would have turned out like they
did.

"Fancy a cuppa?" Wim said. "I'll go and make you one if you like."

"Now that you mention it, I would, but give room service a ring, it will
save you getting dressed and anyway you don't own this place anymore," I
said.

He picked up the phone and chatted away in Dutch. The only bit I understood
was 'okay Helga'. He put the phone down and he had that 'shit eating' grin
on his chops.

"Now what have you arranged?" I said.

"You'll see in a few minutes, but be prepared to, probably, have a late
night. Drew has just gone off duty but Helga has asked him to drop off our
pot of tea on his way up. He has got my old room. He asked if it was all
right for him to get changed before he brought it to us."

"I thought for a change we would be on our own tonight. Why is it when we
are in Amsterdam we never seem to get a night to ourselves?"

"I'll tell you why," he said, "Amsterdam is the sex capital of Europe and
you are the most sexy OLD MAN in town!"

"Bollocks," I replied with a grin and grabbed him round his waist, pulling
him to me and giving him a smacking kiss to the side of his neck finishing
up by blowing a raspberry behind his ear. He squealed with delight and bit
my ear. It was ages since we had engaged in a bit of horse play and we both
enjoyed it, each of us trying to go one better than the other. We finished
up with tears of laughter running down our cheeks and flopped back on the
bed. This boy took twenty years off me. There was a knock at the door.

Wim opened it and said quickly, "I think you had better come in."

Drew entered the room with a tray on which there was a large tea pot, a
milk jug, sugar bowl and THREE tea cups and saucers. It was the way he was
dressed that had taken Wim by surprise and I could see why. Drew was
wearing white ankle socks and a powder blue bath robe. If he had been a
girl the bath robe would have been deemed 'a pussy pelmet'. It came down to
just below the curve of his bottom. It was folded over and held in place by
a sash cord. He looked as though he had just got out of a shower.

"I hope you don't mind, but I had just got out of the shower when Helga
asked me to get you your tea. I told her about the shower and she said just
put on a bathrobe, I'm sure Kris and Wim will not mind. I did put some
underpants on as well!"

"I should hope so," I said, "that bathrobe is a bit short."

"I suppose it is but I have had it since I was 13, I suppose I should get a
new one."

"It looks all right to me," Wim quipped. "What about you Dad?"

"Well, I suppose it does make him look sexy and it does show off his legs,
but I bet it is a bit cold in the winter!"

Drew poured out the tea and sat down in one of the armchairs. He pulled his
feet up under him and with such a short garment it revealed a matching pair
of briefs. The curve of his buttocks were shown off by the tightness of his
underpants. I could not see the outline of his penis and testicles as he
had his legs together. I felt a stirring in my loins. I looked at my son
who was also taking stock of Drew. I noticed Wim was getting an erection.
He came and sat on my lap and we drank our tea together.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few personal questions?" Drew said.

"You can ask," I said, "but we reserve the right to remain silent and if we
were in the States we might plead the fifth amendment," I added with a
grin. Wim just nodded.

He looked at Wim and asked if it was true that he used to own half the
hotel. Wim nodded.  He went on and asked if I was his real father. I felt
Wim tense up and I squeezed him to caution his reply.

He looked sternly at Drew and said, "Yes Kris is my real father. No he is
not my biological father but he is the most loving man I have ever known.
To pre-empt your next question I love him with all of my heart, he is like
a Dad, a big brother, a teacher and yes he can be strict. We live by two
main rules, rule 1 is we NEVER EVER tell each other lies, no matter what,
rule 2 is we discuss everything together and Kris has the final say which I
have to abide by. So far Kris has never had to override any of my wants and
desires. Rule 3 is if we make a promise we keep it. We only have one point
that is still under discussion but with the events of yesterday and today I
think that one will be put on the back burner."

Drew continued, "Is yours a sexual relationship?" As he said this he moved
in the chair and let his feet find the floor. This manoeuvre let his
bathrobe come apart and rest each side of his hips revealing all the font
of his body. We could see he was sporting quite a sizable erection.

"In any relationship that involves love and affection sex must come into
the equation," I said, "but you must realise that it is against the law for
a man to have sexual relations with a minor and Wim will be 14 in two days
time. So we both plead the fifth amendment on that one.

"Well let me modify the question, if it was legal, do you think you would
have that type of relationship?"

Wim had let his hand slip under my bathrobe and had placed it flat over my
now very hard penis. I had done the same to him.

Wim said with a far away look in his eyes, "I'll give you one guess. Let me
ask you a question and let me remind you that when you are with us our Rule
1 always applies, agreed!"

"Agreed," he said with some conviction.

"Well," said Wim, "as you are 16 you are legally allowed to have sex with
another man, are you Gay?"

"Yes, I'm Gay, but I'm not "out" as yet."

Wim continued and I realised he had manoeuvred Drew into a position where
we could quiz him, "Have you had sex with another male?"

Drew thought for a minute and said, "If I tell you will you invoke your
rule 3 and promise not to tell another living soul."

We both replied we promised.

"Well I've been breaking the law since I was 12. I had my first and only
sexual relationship with one of my friends older brother, he was 18 when it
started and that lasted for 3 years.  When he left university he got a job
overseas so we lost touch. I still get a birthday and Christmas card but
that's about it. Since then I haven't done anything with anyone else until
today."

Wim asked, "Did you have full anal sex?"

"Eventually, yes, but not for a long time. I wanted it much earlier, but he
said I was too young. We just kissed and petted. Eventually we got to the
'blow job' stage and that made me want it even more. It wasn't till I was
14 that we went all the way."

He closed his eyes and we could see he was re-living his first experience.
His hand was inside his briefs and we could see him leaking pre-cum.

"This afternoons session with you two was amazing and I knew I was legally
allowed to do it, well with you," and he looked straight at me. "Anyway I
was determined to try and see you again and when Helga asked me to bring
you your tea I thought it was a gift from heaven."

"Did your friend sleep around?" Wim asked and I knew what he was getting
at.

"He may do now but when we were together I know for a fact he didn't."

He gave up all pretense of being modest and rolled his briefs to his ankles
and kicked them off. His penis sprang upwards and he cupped his testicles
in one hand ant the other gripped his hard tool. He closed his eyes again
and groaned. Wim slipped off my knee and moved over in front of him. Wim
placed his hands on his chest and massaged his nipples. He still kept his
eyes closed and shook with passion. I could not resist joining Wim and I
slid my fingers up from his ankles, over his knees to the inside of his
thighs. His legs stretched out and he opened them to give me better
access. Wim was between me and Drew and I gently pulled his briefs to the
floor. Wim stepped out of them and to one side. I moved to the other
side. We each took his weight from the top of his back and underneath his
thighs and carried him to the bed. His eyes were still highly closed and he
was leaking pre-cum in copious amounts. Wim went behind me and pulled off
my underwear. He licked up my back and nibbled my neck. Drew pulled up his
legs and Wim placed them over my shoulders. We were now in a perfect
position for a three-way sex session. I hesitated and mine and my son's ESP
went into overtime. He whispered in my ear,

"I don't mind if you do, as long as I can do you at the same time."

My answer was to lean forward to position myself to enter Drew and take
hold of Wim's raging hard on and position it at my entrance. Wim needed no
second bidding.  He drove home in one fluid movement. The sensation was
electric. He remained deep in my bowels just throbbing, making no movement
of his hips, just pushing harder into me than he had ever done. I gasped
with pleasure. Drew opened his eyes for the first time in about 10 minutes.

He took in the scene and cried in a low voice full of lust: "I need you in
me now. Oh God, how I need it now. Hard and deep."

I pushed home in a slow but deliberate thrust. He opened up and I slid all
of my 6" deep into him. I leaned over him so my lips were near his and his
hands came round the back of my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
Tongues fought and suction was applied.  Wim started his thrusts.  Long,
deep and slow. I just laid there and let him.  Each of his thrusts pushed
me deeper into Drew. I moved one hand on to Drew's leaking penis and
started to squeeze in unison with Wim's thrusts. Drew's sphincter started
to contract in sequence with all of our movements. I picked up Wim's rhythm
and started to slide in and out of Drew's body. The air was filled with
grunts, moans groans, exclamations of delight.  The action became more
frenzied. We were all coming to a climax.

It was Drew who screamed out "OH YES, OH! OH! YEEEESSSS!" his sphincter
clamped round my penis just as I reached the deepest thrust. He ejaculated
streams of thick white juice between our bodies. This caused a chain
reaction. I spasmed and shot pulse after pulse of semen deep into him
causing my sphincter to spasm. In turn this was sufficient to cause Wim to
thrust deep into me and I felt his hot boy juices pump into my body. I
think that was the nicest part as I knew my boy had put some of himself
into me.

We collapsed in a sandwich, Drew, me and Wim on top. We remained coupled to
each other for a full five minutes until Wim pulled out of me and rolled on
to his back on the mattress. I did the same from Drew. I was in the middle
again of two sexy young men. Wim was on his favourite side and he rolled
into his favourite position. We kissed and he said one word before he
drifted off to sleep.

"Wonderful."

I pulled up the duvet and covered all of us, turned off the light and went
to sleep.


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