Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1998 00:50:20 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Wim in London Part 5

This is the second story in the Wim & Kris series.

I have had comments on the previous story that it was a bit slow to start
off. Please remember these are stories with a begining a middle and end and
a sexual content. Threads are purposely woven into them for other related
stories to be posted at a later date.

I would like to thank all the readers who have E'mailed me and Nifty.org
for posting them.  In the story that follows all the people and sexual
parts are pure fiction and should be read as such. It does not mean the
author promotes/agrees with sexual activity between mature men and teenage
boys. Some of the other stuff is factual, Well The City of London is still
there, aeroplanes fly and you can get a good meal in the City or the West
End.

If you are not of a legal age in the area you live, it is against the laws
of your Country to read material like this or you are offended by
homosexual behaviour, man/boy relationships etc. etc then go away and read
the works of Captain Pugwash and if you do, don't forget Seaman Staines!

                        Wim in London

                        by Storyteller_2

Part 5

Tuesday

I opened one eye. What day was it? My befuddled brain was gradually getting
in to gear.  Tuesday, yes I'm sure it is Tuesday. What time was it? I
looked at the clock - 0830. That's not too bad. By now I was so used to
waking up with Wim in his usual position I took it for granted he would be
with me. I'm pleased to say he was, all soft and cuddly, still dead to the
world. I moved him over on to his back and all I got was a snuffle and he
turned on his side and an arm came over my waist as I had slipped upwards
to rest my back against the headboard. I looked at him and he was
definitely still sleeping. As he was low down in the bed I pulled the duvet
over his head and lit a cigarette. The smoke from the fag wouldn't cause
him any problems and it was a nice feeling having Wim's head resting on my
tummy with the rest of his body in the fetal position. His knees were
against my knees so his bottom was out to the side, ideal for me to place
my free hand on his cheeks. The muscles in his buttocks were totally
relaxed and they were beautifully soft to the touch. When I had felt them
before it was always when we were making love and under those conditions
they were anything but relaxed.

I smiled as a very old joke came into my head.

"What is the definition of a Cad!?" "A man who farts in bed and then shouts
burglars so his partner puts their head under the covers."

I finished my fag and dotted the tab end in the bedside ashtray. I now need
the thing that all we older humans needed in the morning. A pee and my
usual mug of tea. I slid slowly from the bed and checked him. He was still
sound asleep in the middle of the bed. I put a pillow under his head and
wrapped the duvet round his body with just the top of head and nose
visible. I didn't want him to suffocate! And went to relieve my aching
bladder. Sticking to the rules and only shaking it once I moved to the
kitchen to make the tea and prepare breakfast. I thought for a change I
would reciprocate Wims Amsterdam efforts and give him breakfast in bed. I
decided a bacon sandwich would go down a treat. I had my first mug of tea
as per usual so the one that I took back to bed would be my second. I cut
the bread and grilled the bacon, it smelled delicious. I found a tray and
put the breakfast on a small white cloth and was quite pleased with the way
it all looked.

When I got to the bedroom door I knocked and waited. I heard a sleepy voice
say "Come in" and I walked in saying,

"Good morning sir, your breakfast."

Even though he was still half asleep the look on his face was something to
behold.

Incredulity was the only word to describe it. He pulled himself up to sit
with his back against the headboard and his face broke into a wide grin. He
said,

"You can put it on the table, please my man, only that will not be all
... come over here and let me give you a big kiss."

I did as requested and got my big kiss. I climbed in beside him and we
drank our tea and munched our bacon butty ( butty - Northern slang word for
sandwich). Wim finished his "butty" and turned and snuggled up against my
side.

"Was your cat on duty again last night?" he said.

"He was. He put you to bed at 2230 and he said to me that you looked very
handsome, all clean and shining."

"The last thing I remember," he said, "was sitting on your knee watching
the TV. You are good to me, you know, you could have woke me up and made me
go to bed on my own."

"I didn't have the heart. You had had a busy day and it was just as easy
for the cat to put you to bed as it would have been to wake you. I got some
work done before I came to bed and as I slipped in beside you, you snuggled
up and I went out like a light."

We finished the sandwich and the tea and slid down under the duvet. His
arms wound round me and he laid half across my body, one leg next to mine
and the other bent over my thighs.  I put my arms round him and pulled him
close, not tight but close.

"Kiss my nose and hold my bum pleeease," he pleaded.

I didn't need a second bidding. He moved up a little so his nose was
opposite my lips. I put my free hand on his smooth well rounded buttocks,
gently squeezed and lightly kissed the end of his nose.

"Oh! Yeeess, that's fabulous. Do it again." I obliged.

He sighed, groaned, moaned and moved so his lips were against mine. Our
lips met and as I squeezed his buttocks his tongue pushed in between my
lips. As I relaxed the grip his tongue moved out. We continued this for a
little while but I could feel him getting more excited. His penis had come
to full hardness and he was rhythmically moving up and down my thigh. I
suggested he put on a condom and he turned over on his back and asked me to
put it on for him. I got two out of the packet, I put his on and he put one
on me.

He slid over so his body was fully over mine and I opened my legs a
fraction so his rigid boyhood slipped under my scrotum and between the top
of my legs. As it slipped in I closed my legs and pulled his buttocks tight
so his body was tight against me. He pushed his hands under my armpits and
slid his hand up my back and over my shoulders pulling himself even tighter
to me. His lips were now buried into mine and he was sucking madly at my
tongue.  I sucked hard and he let his tongue enter my mouth. As it did he
expelled some of his pent up breath down my throat in a long slow moan. He
started with long slow thrusts and as his body came into contact with mine
he moved it from side to side working my penis between us. His thrust
became more urgent and his breathing became more ragged. His grip on my
shoulders became vice like. He broke the kiss and his back arched, his
penis buried itself as far into the space between my legs as it would go
and his whole frame pulsed and spasmed.  His legs shook from his toes to
his buttocks and he let out a cry that could have been heard the other side
of Heathrow. As I nearly always did in these sessions I climaxed at the
same time. He flopped limp on top of me, gasping for breath. I just held
him close and kissed his ear, gently blowing warm breath inside. He
eventually came back down to earth and said,

"God Kris, that was fantastic. The condom made it last longer and the
lubricant made it slide so smoothly, it was heavenly."

He was still limp against my body and I felt him slip away to sleep. I
gently rolled him on to his back and slipped off his condom, knotted it and
looked to see how much he had produced in the way of semen. On comparison
with mine he had produced only a fraction less. He was certainly growing
up. He woke up and threw his arms round my waist and said,

"Oh hug me, kiss me, hold me, never let me go; I love you like I've never
loved anyone before."

I smiled and said, "I'm sure there is a song with words like that."

"Well the guy that wrote it must have written it after a session like that
then! I'm thirsty and need a pee."

I said, "beep beep." He looked at me with a question in his eyes and then
imitated the Road Runner off to the bathroom.

I got up and checked the time, nearly 1200!  I slipped on a bathrobe and
took Wim's down with me. He was in the kitchen totally naked putting on the
kettle. I threw him his robe and he put it on.

"Do you want toast or another bacon sandwich?" I said.

"After all that energy I've just used up I think a bacon sarnie wouldn't go
amiss."

He got the bacon out of the fridge and I put on the grill. He cut the bread
and I put the bacon under the grill. We worked as a team and in no time at
all brunch was ready. We stayed in the kitchen. I had a bacon sandwich in
one hand and my other arm round Wim's shoulder. He put his arm round my
waist and we just stood looking at the birds in the garden and scoffing
brunch.

He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, with the long lashes flicking
up and down and a pensive look on his face.

"Penny for them?" I asked.

"Nothing really."

"Oh come on my son, you were miles away for a moment and then there was a
question in your mind. Go ahead and ask it."

"It is that damn letter. I can't get it out of my mind this morning. I know
I said I would put it at the back of my mind but ever since we came down
this morning I just keep hearing what my father said on the phone and that
bloody letter keeps coming up. You still feel the same way about me, don't
you?"

On occasions like this I can be very flippant but this time because of the
seriousness of the situation I chose not to be. I thought for a long time
about what I was going to do. I answered his question first.

"Of course I still feel the same way about you. I'm surprised you had to
ask! My feelings for you, if it is possible, have got stronger." He smiled
and I continued, "I know I said we would wait till Sunday and you know
that anything to do with you I always share. I'm just wondering if we
opened it now the contents would spoil the rest of your stay here."

He turned and put his other arm round my waist and hugged himself close to
me, burying his head in my chest. He tilted his head upwards and I could
see tears in his eyes. I bent down and kissed his forehead,

"Don't cry my love," I said gently, "you know I will always love you, no
matter what the letter says."

"Just the thought of it is winding me up and knowing it is in your desk
drawer makes it even worse," he said with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I tell you what we will do. Let's see if we can both put it to the back of
our minds and I promise we will open it exactly a week after you arrived
here in the house."

He perked up and I got a weak smile from him. You could see he was
thinking.

"Can we make it Thursday night and then that will give us time on Friday to
contact your QC friend should we need to."

"Well Thursday night *is* one week after you arrived, were you thinking it
was Friday?"

He started counting days on his fingers.

"It's a good job it wasn't 2 weeks after you arrived here," I said, "with
that way of doing arithmetic you wouldn't have enough fingers or toes." I
gave him a big hug and said, "Are you feeling a bit better now?"

"Yes, thank you. I always feel better when you give me one of your special
hugs. Are we going to do anything this afternoon"

"Well I thought as you are going to be competing in a swimming gala next
week and I haven't seen you swim, I thought we might go for a dip at the
local pool."

"Oh, that's a great idea, you could see if I need any coaching." He paused
and then said, "I'll have to skinny dip, I didn't bring any swimming
trunks."

I smiled and said, "Unfortunately nude bathing in Public swimming pools in
the UK is not permitted but I think we can overcome that problem. We can go
to the local sports shop and buy you a pair."

I got an even bigger smile and he dashed into the bathroom and set the
shower going. I followed him in.

"Just a shower?" he queried.

"Yep, do you want me to do your back?"

"Yes, please, and I'll do yours."

It was THE quickest shower we had ever had. All we did was wash! Well
almost, we did finish off with a quick hug and a lip to lip kiss which
lasted all of one whole minute. The only other thing we did was dry each
others backs.

Clean and dressed, complete with my trunks and a couple of towels, we got
in the car and as we were driving to the Sports shop I asked him what type
of swim wear he fancied. He came up with the type I hoped he would. He said
he would like an electric blue pair. The car parked, I took him to the
sports shop in the shopping mall. Unfortunately the actual blue he wanted
they didn't have, but he was very happy with a pastel blue pair I found on
the rack.  He asked if he could try them on for size and the assistant told
him that he must keep his underwear on otherwise if they didn't fit we
would have to buy them. She added she thought the size he had picked would
be OK though. She asked if I wanted to go in the changing room with him as
most Dad's liked to see what they were buying for their sons. I declined
saying that I had no doubt I would see what they looked like soon enough as
we were going swimming later in the day. Wim came out of the changing room
with one of his big grins and gave me the thumbs up sign. I paid.

We got in the car and Wim said,

"You wait till you see these Speedo's, they are super, maybe a bit tight
though!"

"Did you try them on over your underpants?" I queried.

"Yes, I did, so maybe they won't...ooops, will not be too tight. I tell you
what, it is the first time for ages I took a good look at myself in a full
length mirror."

"Did you like what you saw?" I grinned.

"No, I didn't look at myself that way, silly Dad. I realised how much I had
grown, in height that is, and how much I have broadened out."

"Well, you are a growing lad and you are getting a lot of exercise," I said
with a grin, "plus a lot of good food!"

We arrived at the Sports Centre. I parked the car and made our way to the
pool. We made our way to the changing rooms via the pay booth. We both got
changed and put our clothes in a locker. I looked at Wim who was obviously
posing for me, well I hoped it was for me!

He looked magnificent.

"What do you think, Dad?"

"Quite the most handsome young man on the block, Son!" I replied, and I do
like those new trunks of yours."

"Good, I will wear them next Tuesday, it will make Henk, Paul and David
jealous."

"Who is David?" I asked.

"Oh, you haven't met David.  He is the other member of our relay team. Henk
swims the first leg, Paul the second, David the third and I swim the last
freestyle leg."

"Right then it is freestyle practice this afternoon. Lets get to the pool
and I want to see you do a few practice lengths first. This will let me see
your technique and then I will know if we can make any improvements."

The pool was virtually empty, no more that ten other people in the water.
One half of the pool was set up for lane work, the other for messing about.
Wim dived in at the deep end and began his work out. I was impressed. He
glided through the water with natural ease. I noticed that he breathed the
same side as I did, to the left, most left handed people do. I watched his
strokes and forgot it was my Wim and just concentrated on the style and
technique of the body swimming up and down the lane.

After he had done six laps I pulled him over at the shallow end and got in
with him. I gave him one or two pointers to improve his stroke,
particularly his leg movements and his breathing period. He set off again
with an immediate improvement.  He did four more lengths and stopped by my
side and took a breather.  He had a grin from ear to ear.

"I do believe you have made me quicker, you are brilliant. Come on I'll
give you a race."

"Let me warm up first then," and I set off in a lazy crawl down the lane.

He followed me in the adjoining lane. I kept an eye on his stroke and was
pleased to see he was doing what I had taught him. It must have been at
least a month since I had swum and I was enjoying the exercise. The water
wasn't too cold but not that hot that it made you feel lazy. We did four
lengths and stopped at the shallow end. Wim came very close and draped his
hands over my shoulders and said,

"I'm impressed, my new found Dad can swim a bit. In fact he can swim pretty
damn good!"

"Not bad for an old'n," I said. "Right do you want that race?"

"Yes, two lengths, this pool is twice as long as the one at home."

We set off and I let him get just ahead of me, I wanted to watch his turn,
I watched and it was lousy. I turned just after him and came up at least
two yards in front of him. I let him catch up and could see he was really
working at his stroke. I made sure we both hit the wall at the same time.
He was a bit out of breath but not too much.

"How did you do that turn?" he cried. "I was in front of you till then."

"You will be pleased to know that the turn is the only area we are going to
work on from now on. The rest of your stroke is super. If the pool in
Holland is only 25 metres how many lengths do you swim in each leg of the
race."

"Four, and if you can teach me how to do that turn it will make a fantastic
difference."

We spent the next hour perfecting Wim's turn. He was a good pupil and in
about 15 minutes he had got the main points and the rest of the time was
spent honing the finer points. He was as pleased as punch and we made our
way to the play area for a bit of fun. We did the usual things that Sons
and Dads did when messing about in a pool. He stood in my cupped hands and
I threw him upwards and backwards. He swam between my open legs, sat on my
shoulders etc. all in all a good time was had by all.

We climbed out of the pool two happy bunnies. We showered to get rid of the
Chlorine and got dressed. I looked at the time. Wim saw me looking at my
watch and grinned.

"Has it gone ballistic again?" he asked.

"It bloody well has. Do you realise it is nearly 6.00pm.

"You mean 1800 hours," he grinned. I don't know why but when I come out of
a pool, even if I haven't been training....."

I interrupted, "You're always HUNGRY."

"How did you know that?" he said with a grin.

"Well surprisingly enough it is not just you, it happens to most people.
There is quite a good cafe in the Centre. I often use it when I come here.
It saves me cooking at home. It is not posh but the food is cooked here in
the kitchens and it is reasonably priced. Do you want to try it?"

"Yes, please, I'm famished."

We made our way to the Cafe and sat at a table that overlooked the pool. It
was waitress service and the girl came and put two menus on the table.

"The soup's good and the special is Steak and Kidney pie with two veg. and
either chips or mash."

We both ordered the soup, the special with chips and a pot of tea which I
asked to be brought ASAP. The tea arrived in about one minute, so we let it
brew but I could smell it.

Wim took my wrist and looked at my watch again.

"Haven't you got a watch?" I asked.

"No, I've never had one," he replied pouring out the tea.

"I'll buy you one for your birthday," I said taking a deep swig of hot
steaming tea. "Oh that's nice."

"So are you," Wim said with that look of his that would melt stone.

The meal arrived and it was very good.

"Tell me about David?" I asked.

"Well he is two months younger than me. He is about the same height as me.
He has blue eyes, fair hair, just a bit lighter than mine and weighs about
100 lbs. He is a good swimmer and a bit of a sprinter, 100 and 200 metres.
He is intelligent, well he has to be as he is in most of my classes," he
said with a grin. "Actually he doesn't live very far from the hotel, you
will meet him on Tuesday. There is just him and his mother, his `old man'
ran off with a younger woman four years ago and he hasn't seen him since. I
told him about you and all he said was I was a lucky bastard, which of
course I am."

"What, lucky or a bastard," I grinned.

The waitress came and asked if we wanted a pudding. I said no thank you but
Wim looked at the "Me and You" (menu) and asked, hardly keeping his face
straight, if he could have a spotted dick with custard. The girl brought
the pudding.

When she had gone I said, "Tomorrow I'll make some custard and put it on
your spotted dick and lick it clean."

He giggled and asked if that was a promise, but make sure it wasn't as hot
as the custard he was eating now.

Time had passed at the rate of knots so I paid the bill and we made our way
to the car.

We arrived home at 2100. As is usual when we come in after a busy day we
went up to our room and stripped off and donned on our bath robes. He left
me hanging up my clothes and dashed downstairs and switched on the "Idiot
Box", skipped the channels and found the News. He was in his chair when I
got to the lounge and as I sat down in mine he crawled on to my lap. We
were in our Dad and Son mood. I kissed the back of his neck and made him
shudder and he turned his head and returned the kiss lips to lips. No
tongue just a nice gentle kiss. He sighed and totally relaxed, one arm
round my neck and his other hand holding mine.  I knew damn well what was
going to happen and it did. Within five minutes he was fast asleep.

Well at least tonight I didn't have to get the cat to undress him before I
put him to bed.

I went downstairs and went into the office. The first thing I noticed was a
fax and the next the message waiting light was flashing. I read the fax. It
was from the American outfit. They couldn't set up a meeting for the Friday
but it could be set up for the next Monday. Would I mind staying in
Amsterdam over the weekend and going to the meeting on the Monday.

Oh that would please my Wim. I booted up the computer and typed a reply to
the fax agreeing to the Monday meeting and sent it. Whilst I had the
machine up and running I checked the E mail. Only ten! I read and answered
all of them. I hate it when you send a mail to someone and they ignore it.
Bad manners! Right who wants to talk to me? I pressed the play button to be
informed that there was three new messages. One was from the Dentist
reminding me it was time for a scrape and a polish, would I book an
appointment. Mmm, I'll do that in the morning and take Wim with me and get
his knashers checked. The other was from June wanting to know what we had
done all day and the other was from the same household, my Son Phillip
saying both he and June were getting worried as I hadn't rung back. I rang
them. June answered and I got bollocked for not ringing them as soon as I
got in and without a pause for breath, she's like that, told me John had
got Measles and had Wim had them as he had been in close contact with
him. I said he was in bed asleep and I would ask him in the morning. I gave
them a potted history of the days events and Phillip suggested I open the
bloody letter. I told him we had agreed to open it on Thursday night.

I slid in beside Wim and he must have felt my body warmth. This was a
signal to his subconscious to snuggle up to me. He moved his arm over my
chest and his leg over my thigh. His breathing was slow and deep. I knew he
was asleep. He gradually moved so he was laying on top of me, a leg each
side of mine. I felt his boyhood come to a very stiff erection. I let it
slip between my thighs just under my scrotum. He started to very quietly
moan under his breath. I cupped his buttocks with both hands and gave just
a perceptable squeeze. His hands burrowed under my armpits and up to my
shoulders, his fingers curling over the top. His head was on my chest and I
could feel him sucking on the skin. His hips started a slow up and down
movement, full thrusts so his testicles on the downward stroke were pressed
between our bodies. His moaning became more pronounced. I was almost
certain he was still asleep. His hip movements became more urgent and if
anything the thrusts became deeper. He kept muttering but I couldn't make
out what he was saying. His breathing came in pants and I knew he was near
to his climax. I moved my arms round his back and held him firmly. He made
a final thrust, his whole body stiffened and I felt his penis throb pumping
shot after shot of hot sticky semen between my legs. He went limp and
rubbed his cheek against my chest. His body movements had caused me to
shoot my load just after he did. Now that, I thought was a bloody good wet
dream and I dropped off to sleep.


Wednesday.

As I've said before I'm not a morning person, well not until I've had a
cigarette and a cup of tea and so it was this morning. I slowly came in to
the land of the living. I put my arm over to where Wim should have been and
found a cold empty space. The other arm fished for a cig and the lighter.
Fag lit, I slowly sat up and took a big drag on the fag. I stopped
breathing to quieten my wheezing chest and listened carefully for any
movement downstairs.  It was as silent as the grave. I looked at the time.
It was 0830, unusual for Wim to be up at this time, I was getting concerned
when I heard the kitchen door open and a clink of mugs.  I breathed a sigh
of relief as I know he was still worrying about that flaming letter. There
was a knock on the door,

"Come in and give me a kiss and a cuppa in that order."

He came in the room wearing his bathrobe and carrying a tray of tea and
toast for two. He put the tray down at my side of the bed, shed his robe,
climbed in on top of me and gave me a big hug and a wet sloppy kiss.

"I've been up nearly an hour, but I thought I would let you sleep. Then I
heard you coughing so I knew you must be on your morning ciggy so I
finished making the breakfast and brought it up."

I had managed to down a couple of mouthfuls of tea and started to feel
better.

"Have you had Measles?" I asked.

"Yes, when I was a little kid about 5 years old. Why?"

"John has got them and you have been in close contact with him; June was a
bit worried in case you hadn't had them."

"Aw, poor little kid. Is he all right?"

"Yes, according to June it is only a light dose but with a cold, teething,
and Measles he isn't a happy chappie."

"I'll bet! Changing the subject," he snuggled close putting one arm over
my chest, "I had the most fantastic dream last night."

I smiled and said "Oh and was I in it?"

"Of course you were. We were on a deserted island -- just you and me. It was
lush with forests and white beaches. The sun was bright in the sky and the
temperature was about 26 degrees Celsius (78 degrees Fahrenheit). We were
naked on the beach and had just come out of the sea, which was like a mill
pond and beautifully warm. We spread a very large beach towel in the shade
of a coconut palm and had one of the most passionate love making sessions
we have ever had. You entered me as far as you could go and came first,
pumping your semen deep inside me and then I turned you over and you
allowed me to enter you, the sensation was fantastic and I pumped my semen
inside you. I felt that I wasn't ever going to stop cumming. I just slid
off you and we went to sleep. It was the most graphic wet dream I've ever
had."

Whilst he was describing his dream he was pushing his rigid penis against
my thigh and his hand had slipped down to hold my hard-on. As he finished
his description his lips found mine and his tongue was exploring the inside
of my mouth. I sucked his tongue and let my hands stroke his buttocks. His
hands pushed forcibly between the top of my thighs and his finger rammed
upwards into my rectum. I did the same to him. He cried out,

"Oh God ,yes, harder, harder, deeper, deeper. I need it, I neeeed it. Send
me over -- NOW."

I pushed his prostate very hard, much harder than I had ever done before.
He plunged his head on to my chest and took a mouthful of my chest muscle
between his teeth and bit with enough force to leave teeth marks. He let go
with his teeth and his head snapped back, his back arched and all his legs
muscles went rigid. His whole body shook, his lips clamped on to mine and
his tongue pushed in and out of my mouth matching the spasms of his
ejaculating penis. He flopped limp on top of me nut only for a few seconds.
He slid down and let his tongue run over the end of my manhood. He realised
I had not reached a climax.  He slicked my penis with his saliva and then
sat with it between his buttocks. He moved up and down letting the head
pass over his sphincter and masturbating me with his buttocks. I didn't
last long. As I shot my load between his cheeks he again used his fingers
to push my semen into his anus and said,

"I can't wait till I don't have to do this manually, you don't know how
much I want to feel you inside me."

When I got my breath back I said, "Like wise my love, like wise."

I told him what he had done during the night and asked if he was really
asleep. The look on his face was enough to tell me that he had been asleep
and it was just a wet dream.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Why should I? You were enjoying it even though you were asleep and you
would have found we were in bed and not on your deserted island."

"I suppose I will have to change the sheets again," he grinned taking a
swig of tea.

"You will," and I took his mug off him and drained the remaining down my
throat.

"Now I suppose I will have to get up again and make some more tea!"

"I think we should both get up. I need to call the Dentist."

He looked concerned and said, "Why have you got tooth ache."

"No, sweetheart, I go every three months to have a check up and a scrape
and polish. There was a message on the machine asking me to call them.
What's the weather doing?"

"I don't know what the temperature is but the sky is clear and the sun was
coming up as I brought the tea, looks quite a nice day."

"Good then it could be a bike day. The Dentist is in town and it is easier
to park a bike than the car."

We both went downstairs, Wim to kitchen to make more tea and me to the
office to call the Dentist. I was lucky, if you think that getting an
immediate appointment to a Dentist lucky!

There was a slot at 1130. I told her that I wanted her to check out Wim's
teeth and she said it would be fine, she didn't need any lunch anyway,
sarcastic bitch, I was paying even though Wim's check up should have been
free under the National Health Scheme, but then he would have been in his
twenties before he got an appointment under that lot! Mind you, who was I
to talk about being sarcastic!! Wim came in with the tea and I told him he
was to have his teeth checked. He went pale.

"Oh, is that really necessary?" he said in a pleading way.

"I think so, it will save time when you come to live with me permanently,
anyway when was the last time you had a dental check up?"

He thought long and hard, "Is rule 1 applicable?"

"You know it is always applicable between you and me," I said sternly.

"Well about two years ago then."

"All the more reason to have them checked. You have beautiful teeth, my
son, and you will not get anymore, other than false ones, so it is best
that you keep the ones you've got in tip top shape. Anyway look on the
bright side, it will be the first time you've been on the bike.

"I've never been on a motorcycle before, I'm a bit scared with all that
London traffic."

"Wim, I've been riding a bike legally on the roads for 45 years and
unofficially for more than 50." I stopped, my God I was getting old, over
half a century of motorcycling so I added quickly, "And I'm not passed it
yet."

He grinned and said, "You've already proved to me that you are not passed
it yet!"

I thought to myself, if you had seen me a month ago before I met you, you
may have had other thoughts, you certainly have revitalised me my love.

I looked at the enemy. "Come on let us get a move on. A quick - and I mean
quick - 5 S's and then I will have to find you some kit to wear on the bike
and by that time it will time to be off."

He moved off to the bathroom saying he would have to get some leathers if
he was going to a lot of motorcycling and they would be fine for Go-Carting
as well. My comment was, I wasn't going to buy 500 quids worth of leathers
for a 14 year old as 14 year old's grew too bloody quickly and within six
months they wouldn't fit. He agreed and said he hadn't thought of that,
good job rule 2 was in existence. We continued to chat as he got in the
shower and I cleaned my teeth and had a shave.

"Do my back for me please, that's all that's left."

I climbed into the shower and did his back and he did mine. He gave me a
quick kiss, had one returned and got out to do his teeth. Ablutions
completed in double quick time we went upstairs and got dressed. He looked
at me and said,

"I suppose we are clean but don't let us have a lot of showers like that
one, it isn't as nice as our normal one."

I smiled and said, "When you are here permanently and at school I would
think that all weekday showers will be like that. The special ones will be
at the weekend."

"You keep saying, when I am here permanently, how certain are you that I
will be here PERMANENTLY?"

"My old bones' are talking to me again," I said as I was digging in the
back of the wardrobe. "Ah, here they are! Try these on."

I gave him an old motorcycle jacket that I had bought for Phillip years
ago. I'm a bit of a squirrel with most things. I find it very difficult to
throw good things away. I don't mind giving them away to someone who needs
them but throwing away useful items goes against the grain. He put the
jacket on and it wasn't too bad a fir. A little big all round which was a
good thing as it would last him a little while. He put his hands in the
pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves which were exactly the right size.
So he now had a Skid Lid, Jacket and gloves, all that remained was some
trousers and boots.

"What size shoes do you take Wim?"

"40," he said.

"What!! And then I remembered that was the Continental size. "That's about
a 7 UK size.  I said.

I dug out a pair of oiled wool thick socks and at the back of the wardrobe
was a pair of size 8 boots that were practically new. They were ones which
I couldn't get into. The foot size was right but they were very tight over
my calf but as I had worn them they couldn't be changed. Again my squirrel
instincts had come up trumps. With the thick socks they were spot on.

"There you are, I said, a complete motorcycle outfit for you and it hasn't
cost a thing."

"Well, it did originally," he said, "but I know what you mean. I think it
fits well and looks good. I'm sure it will keep me warm and dry. What about
some pants?"

"That's going to be a problem. You will just have to wear your thickest
jeans till we can get you a pair to fit."

He looked at me and started to laugh uncontrollably. Tears streamed down
his face and he fell on the bed, his arms and legs waiving in the air.

"What is the matter with you," I said.

He pointed his finger at me and said, "You sexy beast," and collapsed in a
heap again.

I realised it was the first time he had seen me in my "thermals", Long
John's and woolly vest. He managed to get some sort of decorum and came
over and hugged me.

"Oh these feel nice, they are all soft, warm and cuddly but sexy they are
NOT!"

I returned the hug and said "When you are old and a miserable old sod like
me, you need to keep warm. I don't care a toss what it looks like."

"You are not an old and miserable sod, you are my new Dad and I love you."

"I love you too, son, but let's get a move on otherwise we will be late.

Dressed and kitted up I gave Wim some rudimentary instruction on how to
ride pillion and we set off. Traffic was the usual London mid morning rush
but on a bike it was a breeze.

Only once did I feel Wim's knees grip me as I went through a gap between
two panel vans that were a bit close together. I knew I could get through
okay, but he didn't.

We arrived at the Dentist surgery with about 8 minutes to spare. Just time
for me to have a quick draw on a ciggy. Wim was over the moon. He couldn't
stop talking about his first ride on a bike. I knew that if he did come to
live with me we would have some super times in the Summer and it wouldn't
be long before I would be buying him a little machine of his own. I was
waiting for the inevitable question all kids ask; and it came.

"How fast will this beast go," he said.

"I don't know, I've never had it flat out."

"Well how fast have you been on it then?"

"128 miles an hour."

"And it wasn't flat out?!"

"No, BMW say it's top speed is in excess of 130 miles an hour, they don't
give an exact figure. I suppose because it depends on the weight of the
rider, the luggage carried, if you have a pillion passenger etc., etc." I
said as we walked over to the Dentist's door. We went in and took off our
gear. He looked at me with apprehension in his eyes.

"Will you come in with me when it is my turn?"

I said to the Dental Nurse, "it will be okay if we go in together? My son
is a little bit apprehensive, he hasn't been to the Dentist for about two
years."

"That's no problem, you can both go in now."

I went first and Wim was fascinated. It took about 20 minutes and I was
done. We swopped places in the chair and his examination took just that bit
longer as he didn't have any records but all was fine and he jumped off the
chair with a big grin on his face. The Dentist said she wanted to see me in
three months and Wim in six. We made the appointments, kitted and up left.


End of Part 5

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