This story is FICTIONAL, for people 18+ to read it. This story contains boy/boy sex. If this offends you, read no further.

If you are under the legal age of consent where you live, STOP READING NOW.

This standalone story contains characters portrayed in the film "Spelen of Sterven" aka "To Play or to Die" (1990) starring Geert Hunaerts as Kees, and Tjebbo Gerritsma as Charel. The film is based on the short story of the same name by Anna Blaman. This is a retelling of the original. Neither Anna Blaman's estate nor the company that produced the film have given me permission to use these characters in this story.

I did not like the original ending of the film yet still recommend seeing it as it's a deep representation of the impacting issues of bullying, social isolation, being closeted and finding no sympathy from one's peers-and the tragic repercussions they can have.

Comments or critiques are welcome. If you want me to do more stories about these two characters, let me know. I can be reached at: JamesJenkins4253@proton.me

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[Author's Note: All named characters, specifically characters involved in sexual activity, in the story are around the age of 16.]

Title: Kees & Charel

© James Jenkins 2020

 

Growing up, Kees van Woude knew only three things. One, he was weak, nerdy, easy prey and a loser. Two, he had no social life, no friends at all. Three, he was about to lose his virginity to his tormentor.

When Kees had turned thirteen-years-old, he finally realized the truth. He was sexually attracted to boys. He was never intrigued by the girls at school yet more with the boys who ogled them. Even though he never told anyone he knew about it, Kees knew it was a secret he wouldn't be able to hide forever.

His family lived a middle-class albeit very sheltered life. They never had a boyfriend and on holidays went on trips to recapture the thrill of things experienced during their teenage years. They rarely drank alcohol or smoked at home. They never swore though. Kees parents also wore high quality clothing even around him. Not that he didn't mind it, it added to their status and civilized appearance. Kees sort of liked it.

It was just Kees and his family growing up. They had a full-time job working in business. Selling people houses and helping people look for adequate homes. The best at what they did. Everyone in town knew their name: Van Woude.

They lived in a moderately stately 2 story house in a quiet Hilversum neighborhood. It had three bedrooms and 1 1/2 bathrooms. Kees parents had the biggest room of course and their own bathroom in it. The main bathroom was down the hall from their room. Kees had the bedroom close to the bathroom. The third bedroom was made into a guest room. In case family decided to stay over or friends too.

Though Kees never had friends. Since elementary school, he'd always been bullied and picked on due to his introverted quiet nature. He could never stand up for himself. Kees always ended up being the brunt of others jokes. Which made people laugh at him even more. He would often exclude himself from activities his peers took part in.

When Kees turned thirteen, it got worse. Boys were beginning to look at him and whisper to each other. Every time he would ride his bike to school, they'd whistle at and make obscene gestures at him. The dark-haired boy would shake his head and ride to school trying not to let the insults crush him.

Now 16-years-old, Kees finally entered high school, he wanted to change himself and tried out for different sports. None fitted his personality. Too slow to play dodge ball or join the track team. Football was too brutal for you, same as kickball. Wrestling wasn't your style either. Gymnastics were the only exception, though not popular on the school's sports curriculum. Eventually, Kees stopped trying and just accepted the fact. He was weak, nerdy, easy prey and a loser.

The one guy who kept on making Kees life hell, kept reminding him of that. As he slammed him into lockers, pushed you into restroom stalls, stole his study notes, touched him in unwelcome places. Everyone thought it was funny.

That one boy who kept bullying Kees, his name was Charel. The boy was everything Kees was not. That was attractive, popular, muscular, bold. He even was popular with most of their teachers, while Kees received little sympathy from them half of the time. He got laid every weekend by different girls outside of school. He would even brag it in front of Kees. He also was in the kickball team. A classic athlete.

Now in his second year of high school now. Just turned 16 at the beginning of the school year. That was where Kees story begins.

You wait outside for your mom to come pick you up. Hoping to God, that he'd get out of school before Charel gets done with practice. Kees check his watch, 2:30 pm it read. He sighed and adjusted his messenger bag over his shoulders.

Thirty minutes go by and still nothing. Practice would conclude at 4 pm. Part of Kees didn't want to be around when Charel was done with practice.

Ever since he saw Kees in class enigmatic and cute, Charel's been swearing to himself he was going to get into the nerd's pants. To achieve that, he wants to study with Kees after school while claiming he can protect him from the other guys at school. Though it's really the other way around.

Kees parents never questioned why he'd always looked withdrawn when he'd come home from school. It probably was just boys being boys in their eyes. Though if he wouldn't be forthcoming or display any type of emotional discomfort, they'd immediately want to know why. Sometimes Kees would lie and say that he was tired or had to study. Then he'd beat himself up for lying to them.

Kees had short dark brown hair, deep black eyes, a slender figure. He looked like he could've been 14, but he was really 16. He is average height (5'6) for a boy his age.

Slightly anxious, Kees checked his watch again, 3:30 it read now.

"Damn it!" he thought to himself, "what's taking him so long?"

Twenty minutes later, here comes Charel followed by his gang. They are laughing and swapping gossip while Kees focuses on unlocking his bicycle.


Just as he reaches the main gate to the road, here comes Charel from the courtyard. He slowly jogs over to Kees side and leans in.

"Hey there Kees," he said in a mockingly friendly tone, "Where are you heading?"

Kees smiled politely despite his heart racing madly.

"Oh um... fine thanks Charel." he said in his usual shy voice, "How are you doing?"

"Oh just great, since I'm talking to you now." he said laughing a little.

Kees giggled and blushed. Slowly gripping his fingers around the strap of his school bag.

"Well I'm glad you look well." he says attempting to smile back.

Charel placed his arm around Kees neck and acted as though he was rough housing him.

"Is that any way to greet a friend?" Charel asks.

Kees looked at Charel puzzled and shook his head.

"No," he answered, "you never talked to me like one."

"Well we're friends now. You probably never realized it, but I've been protecting you from my mates who want a piece of you." Charel said.

At once, Kees eyes beamed with shock and a brief flicker of hopeful happiness. Could it be that he's finally found a friend if not a lover? Nope it's likely just a part of Charel's plan to rule over him on a deeper level.

They continued chatting for a bit. Kees asking how his home life is and what's his plans after the semester. Charel told him that he planned to go to college on an athletic scholarship. He walked over to Kees side to see him better. Kees could sense that something was up.

Suddenly Charel asks, "is it still alright if I come over later to study?"

Kees looked at him as if expecting to be hit in the face. But he wasn't struck down.

"Sure, it be great to have you over this evening. We can do whatever we want-it's just me after all." Kees said almost cheerfully while unaware what would come about.

Charel smiled widely and looked at Kees. Did he just smirk at me? Kees felt a cold chill down his spine. This could be bad, yet he still wanted to be close to the gorgeous athletic brute.

"Thanks man," Charel said happily, "that would be great. Where do you live?"

Scribbling on a blank page in his notebook without thought, Kees gave him his address. Charel without thinking places his hand on top of Kees. The academic boy looks startled and then blushed deeply. Kees laughed it off and Charel quickly removed his hand.

"Well I guess I'll see you later this evening," Charel said after an awkward moment between the adorable nerd.

"Yeah," Kees said shortly after, "see you this evening."

Charel walked over to a group of football players, obviously his friends and they started laughing while passing a cigarette around. Kees exhaled then pedaled out of the school parking lot. He turned his head to see Charel mentioning something with his hands. Kees insides churned and tightened from bittersweet adrenaline now.

Six minutes later, Kees arrived home. He immediately started fixing lunch. Rushing upstairs to his attic bedroom to do his homework. But he couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about the evening to come. Charel's going to be over at his house soon. He'll be in the rooms he finds solace and comfort away from life's torment. Hopefully, he won't do anything outrageous. Hopefully he will be the one bending to Kees will this time.

The dinner hour was closing in and Kees would hear his mother calling from the bottom step to come to the table by now.

The urge to answer nearly provoked a response until he realized nobody else was in the house.

Kees swiveled in his chair and went downstairs. The ticking of the grandfather clock fills the air. Tonight, his mother had one of his favorite meals. She had placed the plate in the fridge and Kees readily reheated it. Enjoying each delicious bite while looking outside the window. Taking a drink from a full glass of wine, that he got from the spirits cabinet.

Then his mind started wandering about how happy he was at possibly having one close friend who would protect him. Then got upset about why you never told his parents about being bullied. Kees sighed as he sipped on his wine, wondering if his parents would understand how bad it is and if they too were bullied because of their life choices. While his peers were playing sports and partying, he was studying, reading or painting. While boys his age had girlfriends and had sex, he was dreaming of a world and a place where he could be himself.

Because of that, he was considered cowardly and weird.

Kees continued contemplating about his school day and then about Charel. Finally, after dinner, he went upstairs not before straightening up the dining room. Putting fresh cloths on the table, dusting the room and arranging their French homework assignment. Getting it ready for Charel.

It took probably fifteen minutes to do. Once it was done, he sighed and headed to his room to relax. That easily distracted head to his while trying to get more homework done. Kees finally managed to get it done and then began proofreading it. Making sure his answers were correct and through.

Kees made a new entry in his journal for a while. Trying to get past this very emotional day while fighting back tears that threatened to spill. Finally sleep took him and Kees turned in for a nap.

He had a strange dream. In it, Kees was standing in the hallway of his house looking towards his room. The door was ajar, and he heard the sounds panting and moaning. He couldn't help but be curious as to who or what was making those sounds. Kees walked slowly towards his door. The sounds he heard, were clearer. Getting close to the door, he slowly pushed it open to find his comforter moving up and down repeatedly. His bed rocking slightly. Then Kees heard smacking sounds for a while and muffled panting. His own arms wrapped around someone's back. Who was busy moving up and down on top of him.

"Oh Kees!" said the unknown person on top of him.

Kees moaned loudly and pulled back the comforter to expose the person on top of him. The stranger's sweaty back arcing as his fingers dug into his fine shoulders.

"OH MY GOD!" Kees cried out.

The stronger boy picked up speed and his body slapped into Kees. Their moaning got more intense. Now his legs began raising up along the stranger's things and straight up. Pointing at the ceiling as they bobbed back and forth. Kees comforter now off them. Showing his humping behind and his sack pressed between the skinny teen's legs. His butt pressed into the mattress and his thighs covered in sweat.

"Agh!" grunted the boy as he stopped moving.

"No!" a wanton Kees tried to say.

The boy slumped on top of him. Kees stunned face covered in sweat and his cheeks flushed red. The laughing stranger slowly rolls off him and Kees heart beat faster.

"Kees, time to get up!" an unfamiliar voice said behind his door softly knocking on it.

Kees get up swiftly.

"That was a weird dream." Kees thought out loud, "God, I it'll happen."

As Kees got dressed and head downstairs, there was a knock on the door. He went go answer it as he checked his hair and breath.

He heard a deep recognizable voice call out "Hello" from the bottom of the stairwell. His pulse raced faster than his feet.

"You're just in time," he said welcoming Charel in.

"Oh I wasn't going to miss this," Charel said.

He places his school bag on the table next to the chair he sat in. Kees offered to take his brown jacket and turned around and began admiring his bully's backside while he looked about the parlor.

"Course, maybe I'll stay a bit later." Charel said under his breath. He had to admit, the nerd had a wonderful house. Maybe he wasn't such a dork after all.

He stares at Kees swaying hips intensely. Almost getting caught by her turning around to place the pancake on a platter. He got up and pretends to help Kees. Only to accidentally rub against his ass. Kees gasped and giggled at what happened.

"Oh Charel," he giggled, "you're such a beautiful guy."

Then kisses his cheek. Satisfied with what he did, he goes to sit back down. Kees notice a huge bulge in his pants. Kees walked over to the window where Charel was checking out the view. Just from smelling his skin, he could tell the jock had been swimming. Charel noticed the neatly laid out papers and at Kees permission began to copy the answers, while Kees gazed at his handsome guest siting at the table. Then sitting down across from Charel, Kees stare intense with a determine desire. He didn't notice the bully's obvious huge bulge, until he noticed the jock squirm in his chair. Kees eyes widened and he blushed deeply.

Kees cleared his throat and acted like nothing happened.

"So I'm thinking after studying, I'll show you around the house." He suggested to Charel.

"Sounds like a great idea Little Kees," Charel said enthusiastically tousling his host's hair, "I'd like that."

Kees helped Charel with translations that confused him before the assignment was finished. Charel's pencil moved at a racer's pace and he finished the last question in seconds. Kees although finding himself entranced mute by the bully, maintained his nerve and headed upstairs with Charel, whose blue eyes are glued to his ass. Kees finished putting his textbooks away with his longed-for alluring devil following closely. He could've sworn he heard a far-off voice as he showed Charel around.

"This is the main bathroom, this is my room, this is my parents' room, you can't go into that room room. This is the guest room." Kees says to a very unusually interested Charel.

Charel lifts his eyebrows and nods his head, but really couldn't care less.

Then they headed back downstairs and outside to the balcony.

"This is our balcony. My mother has a bit of a green thumb, so I've been helping planting flowers in a little area by the side of the house." Kees continued as his fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch his guest.

Charel looked up and noticed his bedroom window. Kees continued talking about his mother's gardening passion and wanting to go on a study abroad program in the summer. Charel suddenly snapped back into reality when he heard him mention traveling. Traveling meant seeing him in a private light. Privacy means sex, privacy means showing off his superior masculinity and his magnetic personality.

"I'd go along with you." Charel said cutting him off.

Kees giggled and waved it off not expecting the bully to be honest.

"You don't have to lie," he said, "it's just a stupid dream. It'll never happen."

But Charel was adamant about it. He swore by next summer, the bookish boy would have the time of his life. Kees smiled and said "Okay". Ruffling his hair like Charel does to the nerd. Beneath his anger and humiliation, Kees never prevented him from touching him in certain ways. They walked back into the house. Passing by the window looking out into the balcony. Kees didn't notice how he kept his hand on the bully's wavy blonde head. Or the fact that Charel reached his hand and cupped his butt.

Three minutes later, they walked back in. Charel sst on the couch, Kees on the armchair while the timid boy dared to offer him a drink. The boys decide to listen to the radio for a while. Finally, Charel's attention fell back on his host with a more lecherous tone.

"Hey listen," he says curious with intentional interest, "don't you have any brothers?"

Kees was standing two inches across from him. Eyes raptly fixed on the boy he wanted to conquer and claim at the same time, or the other way around. His skin growing hotter under his white shirt and grey jacket.

"No, I'm on my own."

Charel nudged Kees in the shoulder, that infectious wide grin of his kept his host mesmerized. "Lucky man...you're free!" he exclaimed before his face took on a questionable impression. "Don't you play in the street?"

Kees lowered eyes rose back up at Charel's next question. "What do you do then?"

"I read and sometimes I write," Kees replied trying to pretend he didn't see his friend wriggle in his pants or the stirring in between his own legs. Looking at his huge member. Mind racing on what to do to get it soft. Picturing Charel telling him to suck his cock. Kees refrains from lowering his head towards Charel's huge cock. Envisioning licking his shaft up to his tip down to his sack. Sucking on his head as Kees looks up at him. Him pushing the nerd's head down all the way.

Hearing him gag as Charel groans fiercely at him to keep going. Him taking off his shirt as he places Kees hands on his torso. Him moving Kees head up and down his shaft. Filling the whole room with his grunting and Kees gaging. Charel unbuttoning his shirt to expose Kees body. Kees slightly pulling away and covering himself up. The bully pulling the nerd back to him and made Kees continue his blowjob. Him slowly slipped off Kees shirt and pinching his brown nipples.

Him allowing Charel to do that. Kees sucking fast to get him soft. Charel fondling his cock. Charel grunting as he got close to shooting his load. Kees moaning from his breasts being played with. Kees briefs getting wet from his first sexual contact. His hands slowly rubbing his hole as he slowed his sucking. Charel moaning as he came in Kees mouth. Kees continued sucking and swallowing Charel's warm cum down his throat.

Charel picking Kees up and finishing him off.

Kees screaming as he came hard. Soiling his white briefs. They kissed passionately and breathing hard. Charel lying on top of him. Trying to remove the aroused boy's briefs. Kees pushing his hand away and pushed Charel back. Kissing him while Kees is on top. Charel trying again. Kees saying no and that he's not ready for that and that he's a virgin.

Charel smugly not believing he is and tries again. Kees slapping his face while not begging him to stop.

Kees came to while later and notice that Charel has a sweaty red face. At first Kees thought he tried something, and he rejected the bully's advances. They were in his room as Kees decided to lay still to cherish the remaining hours with Charel alone.

Charel and Kees talked about him being a virgin and how giving him a blowjob was the only thing he was comfortable with doing. He sighed and told Kees that he'd be patient and wait for him to feel ready. Kees kisses Charel and told him to keep it a secret from everyone at school. Or he won't claim his sacred virginity. They laughed and continued kissing.