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Valley in the Dutch Mountains (part 1/2) 
 
(true, b/b, m/b, con, mast, foot-fetish) 

By Freudz(c)

Usual Disclaimer .................................. 
This tale truly happened to me and took place about twenty-seven 
years ago, in a fisherman village at the Dutch coast. Because it 
happened so long ago and as I didn't take notes :), I filled in 
the holes of my memory, with today's fiction. Patrick and I (and 
the German man, I assume) have very fond memories of it. This is 
the first time that I have written down a (youth) experience and 
published it. English isn't my native language, so be gentle and 
enjoy. 

When I was eleven years old, my three years younger friend 
Patrick and I went to our favorite spot in the dunes at the local 
beach. It was a beautiful sunny day somewhere in June. Like every 
Wednesday the schools were off in the afternoon. Strange enough 
in my memory there was no one else on the beach. Probably it is 
just my imagination, as my mind was focused on one thing only.

For two years we had been playing 'sex games' with each other, 
such as ' little whore and client ' or ' doctor and patient ' or 
' solder and captive '.  The storylines we usually took from my 
brother's porn magazines. The initial set-up was always the same. 
Using any suitable piece of clothing we improvised appropriate 
'uniforms'. Firstly one of us had to execute what the other had 
in mind and afterwards we would switch roles. It usually led to 
mutual masturbation. We also dry fucked each other between the 
legs and buns. Because of my full round butt and meaty upper 
thighs, Patrick got more pleasure from this position than I did. 

Although we differed three years in age, we shared the same vivid 
fantasies and incoercible hunger to adventure and sex. No matter 
how young we were, we knew pretty damn well what made us 'tick' 
The best part for me was the mutual sucking. Besides that I liked 
to suck on his hard boner, I just loved to watch him, when he 
sucked me. His blond hair, blue eyes, soft white cheeks and light 
pink lips, wrapped around my coffee colored probing rod. 

Although he came from a 'new rich' family, Patrick was a typical 
Dutch street boy. He had a skinny but muscular body and was about 
four and a half feet tall. You could count his ribs and see his 
abs forming. As a blond eight-year-old he had virtually no body 
hair. Only some fluff on his arms and legs, which became visible 
halfway during the summer, after he got some tan on his pale skin. 
At the time his dick wasn't very large, I guess about one inch 
flaccid and two inches when hard.  And hard it was, all the time. 
Something Patrick kept on reminding me. His smooth balls where 
fairly large in respect to his lil' cocklet. Being so skinny, his 
ass was as tiny as my six year old nephew's. Two white boy buns 
with dimples on the sides.

This was in contrast to my full round bottom. As an Indo-European 
boy I was well fed at home and had some baby fat on my tummy and 
buns.  Being more than a head taller than Patrick, my boy dick 
was also bigger. I think about two and a half inches soft and 
four inches when stiff. In contrary to Patrick's relatively big 
balls, mine were (and are) small.  Because of my Asian origin I 
didn't have any pubic hair yet, nor hair under my armpits, like 
some of my classmates. My Dutch aunties always said that my skin 
was soft like a baby's.

Recently we had taken a shower together. After soaping up each 
others bodies and grinding into one another's crotches and buns, 
like a mutual body massage, we rinsed the soap from our bodies. I 
made Patrick ' bent over, because I wanted to see his hole. 
Squatting on my knees I pulled his buns apart and looked at his 
small pink puckered hole. Instinctively, I moved my head forwards 
and pressed my lips on it and stuck my tongue out to play with 
the tender tissue. Patrick moaned and asked how I did that. I 
told and showed him how and he asked me to continue. Sometime 
later he wanted to see my hole. 

Well, from the age of five, I had already been obsessed with my 
bottom. Besides pushing in my fingers, I tried marbles, pencils, 
crayons and anything small I though would fit in. When I was ten, 
I had found my sister's vibrator. Although it was too large to 
put in, I found it very pleasurable to let it vibrate against my 
hole and dick and little balls. At that moment Patrick's tongue 
against my hole was the best feeling I ever had. Just the thought 
that he was actually doing it made me extra horny. 

Some weeks afterwards we found a (German) gay magazine between my 
older brother's stash of porn magazines. It featured a photo 
story, about a guy in his twenties, who was shaving in a bathroom. 
After he had shaved his entire body, he put lots of foam on his 
big dick and jerked himself off with it. The next picture showed 
a black man entering the bathroom.  He coated his giant black 
dick with shaving foam and fucked the first guy in the ass. The 
story and pictures really aroused us and having fresh and 
pleasant memories of our mutual shower session some weeks before, 
we wanted to imitate it immediately. 

Just like in the magazine we applied lots of foam on our dicks 
and butts. It felt great to slide our little boners between each 
others bums and legs. Patrick had a very tight hole and no matter 
how hard I tried, I could not get my dick passed his sphincter. 
He said that it hurt too much. However, I did manage to push in 
the top of my index finger. As his dick was quite small, he could 
stick it in my relatively trained hole without difficulty. It was 
terrific to feel him inside me. Although it would take him some 
more practice (and inches?) to keep his little tool inside while 
fucking me, with some support of my hands holding my round buns 
apart, it was a great first pre-teen fuck.

Besides some large beach resorts, the Dutch coast in the 
seventies was quite undeveloped. 'Our' entrance to the beach 
consisted of a gravel path going down the dunes to the beach. The 
beach was very wide and without facilities of any kind. On the 
shore side it was concluded by a broad counterfoil with low dunes. 
Adventurous and naughty as we were at the time, we always looked 
for a secluded 'valley' so we could play our 'games' without 
being disturbed. 

That afternoon we played another of our favorites, the game of ' 
strip poker ', a very simplified version of it, that is. Each one 
had to show one card and he who had the lowest card, had to take 
off a piece of clothing. Although we were wearing nothing else 
besides our shorts, we pretended to wear a complete set of 
clothing. If we were both naked, the next one to lose had to 
carry out a task. Since I lost, Patrick asked me to suck him off. 
Well, I didn't mind that at all. I really liked sucking on his 
little member or his 'big' hairless balls or licking between his 
tiny white buns. While I was sucking him, I pulled on his uncut 
dick and tickled with my fingers under his balls down to his ass. 

Suddenly a man appeared on top of the dune. We were both shocked. 
Smilingly he looked down at our hastily efforts to put on our 
shorts. He was naked, in his thirties (I guess) and had a normal 
built body, with some hair on his chest and a small patch above 
his dick. We looked at each other for some seconds, which seemed 
like minutes, without saying a word. He smiled again and 
disappeared as sudden as he had appeared. Although our dicks had 
gone soft, the whole thing had excited us. 

In the naive seventies children didn't know about ' Dutroux ' or 
other child murderers. Also pedophilia wasn't yet the hottest 
(crime) topic in the media. We only had been told, that we should 
be aware of old, scary and nasty men. This strange man was not 
old and scary and didn't seem nasty. On the contrary, he had a 
very friendly appearance. He had caught us 'playing' and seemed 
to be amused by it, rather than condemning it. The fact that he 
was naked made him some sort of a sexy ally on the beach. He 
surely had evoked our curiosity. After some debating we decided 
to look for him and see what he was up to and why he was naked. 

Like Indians we crawled from dune to dune, until we found him a 
short time later in a remote valley. We hid ourselves behind some 
bushes and grass and spied on him. He was lying on his back on a 
(for Dutch standards at the time) very large beach towel. Our 
little 'peepshow' must have aroused him, because his dick was 
very stiff and big. Coming from a prudish family and never having 
seen my father's dick, my only comparison were the guys in the 
porn magazines. Although some of them had bigger ones, I think  
he was about seven and a half inches long and as thick as 
Patrick's wrist. Underneath he had big hairy balls. 

With his eyes closed he jerked his dick with one hand and with 
the other he squeezed his nipples or massaged his balls. Our 
little dicks became hard instantly. We were wearing this typical 
seventies shorts, made of a kind of shiny fake satin inelastic 
fabric.  As we watched the man playing with himself we first 
rubbed our own bulging tents and later each others. Apparently we 
hadn't been completely silent, because suddenly the man stopped 
playing and looked in our direction. We both jumped and ran away 
as fast as possible. When it became clear the man wasn't 
following us, we decided to try to get another peek.  

The man must have read our minds, because when we arrived at our 
'hiding' spot, it was like he had been waiting for us.  Down in 
the valley he was sitting on his towel and looking in our 
direction. He said ' hallo ' with a German accent and something 
else, which I couldn't understand at the time. After some hand 
gestures I could understand that he invited us to sit with him. 
Because of his friendly appearance he seemed reliable. So we both 
climbed down the hill and sat down on his towel. 

He presented himself as Dieter and told that he was a thirty five 
years old primary school teacher and that he was married and had 
a daughter of four and a son of six years old. Apparently the 
climate in Holland in the seventies was so liberal that he wasn't 
scared to reveal this personal information to us. He asked our 
names and ages. Curiously, I asked why he was naked. He told us 
in very simple words and hand gestures about the concept of 
nudism.

Later we learned that this part of the beach had been an illegal 
but tolerated nudist beach since the Second World War. I guess 
that the German army had imported nudism to the Dutch beaches 
when they build their bunkered 'Atlantik' wall.  Although the 
name of this concept was totally new to us, in our hearts we had 
been secret nudist for some time, taking off our clothes on every 
'suitable' location.

I was delighted to have found a 'kindred' spirit and suggested 
that Patrick and I would be totally nude too. Without consulting 
them I stood up and lowered my purple fake satin shorts down my 
coffee colored legs and stepped out of them. Patrick hesitated 
and Dieter said that he should only do it, if he really wanted it. 
After a short time Patrick dared to take off his shiny green 
short too. 

There we were, sitting with our naked bums on the towel of a 
German man. At the time in Dutch society, it would have been a 
bigger taboo that he was a German 'the enemy' than the fact that 
he was a naked man. His uncut dick wasn't as big and erect as 
before. However it's size was still impressive to us. It hung 
down his legs and his foreskin was touching the towel. When he 
moved a slimy thread of precum connected his dick to the towel. 
Patrick and I couldn't keep our eyes off it. 

Our little dicks were half hard and I felt mine stiffening every 
second. Of course this wasn't unnoticed by Dieter. He took hold 
of his dick and rolled back the foreskin. With an old fashioned 
cotton handkerchief he cleaned his wet gland. He looked at us 
smilingly and mumbled something in German. The sun was burning 
hot and he grub a bottle of brown oily substance and pointed at 
the sun and at his skin and our skin.  Although my coffee colored 
skin definitely didn't need any sun block and considering there 
wasn't a hole in the ozone layer in the seventies yet, Patrick 
would have been on the safe side too, we complied with his 
suggestion.  

Dieter motioned Patrick to lie on his tummy and he poured drops 
of oil on his little back and shoulders. With both hands he 
softly massaged the brown oil onto the tender white skin. His 
hand moved in little circles from his neck down his spine to his 
white buns. I was sitting on Patrick's other side and looked at 
Dieters adult dick. It must have been half hard. I could see the 
slime gland through the slightly opened foreskin., as it hung 
down at a forty five degrees angle. A drop of precum leaked down 
on Patrick's back. Dieter put his thumb on it and rubbed it in, 
so that it instantly mixed with the sun block oil. 

Then he took my hands and motioned that I should take over and 
continue to massage Patrick's back and shoulders. While I was 
rubbing and massaging the tender flesh, Dieter poured some oil on 
Patrick's legs and feet. As he massaged the slim legs he paid 
special attention to the feet and toes. Having a partly 
Indonesian background I knew about body and foot massages, but 
for Patrick this must have been a very new sensation. I took the 
bottle and jokingly poured some drops on the little white buns 
and in the crevice between them. Dieter nodded, smiled and said 
something of which I only understood 'ja' (yes) and ' gut ' 
(good). 

Since Patrick and I had played with each others bum holes before, 
I knew he appreciated when I ran my fingers in the cleavage of 
his boy ass and tickled his pink hole. Patrick slightly grinded 
his body under our caressing hands. Dieter moved his hands up 
Patrick's legs, with his thumbs pressing on the inside. Then he 
massaged the  small buttocks with both his thumbs. I probed with 
my finger at the oily tight sphincter and shortly after pushed 
the top of my index finger inside. Dieter was sitting on his 
knees with Patrick's legs between him. His dick was fully erect 
now and looked massive. Precum was leaking from his unsheathed 
gland, while it dangled above Patrick's bottom. He put some on 
his finger and rubbed it directly on the pink hole. As it was 
still well lubricated with oil, he could easily push the top of 
his pinky finger inside. Slowly he turned it around. Although he 
was very careful, Patrick complained that it hurt. Immediately 
Dieter took his pinky-finger out and gestured Patrick to turn 
around and lay on his back. 

Apparently Patrick liked the full body massage, as I had never 
seen his little boner  so stiff. The foreskin was pulled back 
completely and looked painfully tight around the red gland. 
Dieter poured some drops oil allover Patrick's front side. He 
started rubbing the oil in on the chest en worked his way down to 
the flat tummy. As Dieter went lower and lower, his hands brushed 
Patrick's hard little member a couple of times. He looked at 
Patrick's face and saw my friend had his eyes closed and was 
definitely enjoying it thus far. 

Dieter put some oil in one hand and placed it on Patrick's dick 
and balls. He gently massaged the little package and pulled the 
tight foreskin back and forth over the little gland. I started 
massaging Patrick's chest and tummy. Dieter took one of my hands 
and placed it on Patrick's dick. His hands went down Patrick's 
slender legs to his feet. He took the bottle and applied quite a 
lot of oil on the little feet, especially on the soles. Then he 
did something remarkable. He took a foot in each hand and placed 
it with the soles against his raging cock. He started sliding his 
precum leaking tool in between my friend's small feet.

I was still rubbing oil on to Patrick's little member and 'big' 
balls. With my other hand I went between his legs and pushed my 
middle finger a little bit inside his oily hole. He didn't 
complain so I guess he liked the size of my finger, compared to 
Dieters thick pinky finger. Patrick didn't last long. Just a 
minute later he had a wild dry climax. I guess that really 
excited Dieter, as he grunted and spurted sperm from his big cock, 
allover Patrick's  dick, balls, tummy and chest. Even I got some 
on my hands. I remember that I was impressed. Not that much by 
the quantity, but more by the force of it. Although I could cum 
already, I still didn't produce more than some drops of 
transparent sperm and it had never spurted out like that yet. But 
that would soon change. 

Dieter took the cotton handkerchief, which he had used before, 
and wiped the sperm from Patrick's body and my hands. Then he 
cleaned his oil and sperm coated gland and shaft. With a big 
smile on his face he spoke to us in German. I only remember 
'geile' (horny) and ' jungs' (boys) because these words sound 
similar in Dutch. Then he gestured that it was my turn. 

My dick was still very hard and I was horny as ever.  A drop of 
precum was visible on my piss hole. Eagerly I laid down on my 
stomach and awaited what I already knew what was coming. I felt 
the oil drops being poured allover my backside. And two pair of 
little hands rubbing the oil on my shoulders and back and a pair 
of big hand rubbed and massaged my lower back and my round globes. 
I had never sunbathed in the nude before, so the skin of my buns 
must have been much lighter than the rest of my body. 

The big hands went down my legs to my feet. Like he had done to 
Patrick's feet I felt him softly squeeze my toes and slide his 
finger between them. The sensation was enormous. The tickling 
went from my feet up my legs. I even felt it in my balls. Patrick 
little hands had moved down to my butt. I felt his hands massage 
my brown round buns and his little fingers probing at my hole. 
Dieter massaged my calves as I felt Patrick's oily finger gently 
sliding in until it was all the way in.

He slowly moved his finger in and out.  My dick was harder than 
ever and I was  grinding my boy cock on the towel covered hard 
sand floor. Suddenly I felt Patrick's little finger being 
replaced with a much bigger finger. He carefully entered. Because 
I had put several things in my butt before, Dieter could slide 
his index finger in without much difficulty. It wasn't painful, 
more a pleasantly filled and stretched feeling.

In the meantime Patrick's hands were kneading my round globes. I 
loved the treatment, but also wanted some attention on my probing 
boy cock.  Dieter must have sensed my needs as he motioned me to 
turn on my back. He poured drops of oil on my chest, stomach and 
legs. I closed my eyes and felt Dieter's and Patrick's hands 
rubbing the oil allover my body. 

As I opened my eyes I saw that Dieter applied some more oil on 
his hands and grab my now painfully hard boy cock. With a steady 
grip of one or two fingers and his thumb he rapidly jerked me off. 
His other hand had found my butt hole again and I felt his index 
finger pushing inside. His slowly fingered my hole and played 
with my prostate. It didn't take long before I felt it coming. 
The orgasm was the most intense that I had experienced until then. 
For the first time I spurted some drops on my stomach. I remember 
I felt very proud of this. 

Satisfied but also a bit exhausted, we relaxed for a while and 
Dieter offered us some of his bottled German spring water. It 
contained gas like coca cola. Then he suggested that we should go 
for a swim. Besides that it would relief us from the stickiness, 
it would also be a thrill to swim naked in the sea for the first 
time in our lives ...........................

This is about half of the story. Hope you liked it thus far.










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