Young Dutch Prince

The Young Dutch Prince

Part 1-4

Story by Chaim (bChaim)

bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk

English is not my mother tongue. I'm Dutch, sorry for any mistakes :) with a late Sjena Tova!

Reactions are very welcome at: bchaim@yahoo.co.uk

(Story Codes: M/t, 1st, Mast, Oral, `MC', Dom, Underwear)

The Young Dutch Prince. part 1

A brief introduction

Let's introduce myself. I am Stefan. I'm Dutch, 16 y.o. just a slim teen. Like my mother, I have blond hair, brown eyes and in a way, I am skinny; I dream of muscles, but, I right now, they are just a dream. My home is in Holland. A big town, close to Amsterdam, is called Utrecht.

I knew all my life I was gay, I have no problems with that. I like to look at my male/boy friends that way and I have an active life. Some nice friends, going out, doing home work, making a site on the Internet. Things like that. I am gay, but did nothing with it till this summer.

This last summer my parents went to Indonesia. My father is a physician and he had to work there and my mother wanted to join him during this trip. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to spend days in hotel rooms, sharing dinners with adults who seems only to discuss their work or the present political situation. So I pleaded with them to be allowed to stay at home. To my surprise, I have to admit, It worked. This is the start of my story.

Next to us lives Rob, or Roberto, as we call him just for fun.

He's single, I think he is about 21. He is my dream guy! Blond hair, a handsome face and very strong and muscular. He always walks around in shorts and tight T-shirts. He has classical Dutch features, including some piercing blue eyes. Just having all those things... I hadn't, at the time :)

Rob told my parents it was no problem to look after me; I could even stay that month in his house.

Rob was always very kind to me. I visited him quite often. He has a nice

house and knows a lot about computers and games. He helped me building my web site and we sit in his beautiful garden. He seems to be a great guy! Silently I'd hoped he was gay.

Normally at night I peel off my clothes before hitting my bed. Sitting in front of my computer nude like the guys on the pictures I found on Internet. My black boxers around my upper legs, just in case someone would enter my room.

Nearly naked, I watched those gay pictures, my eyes moving from one cock to the other, my left hand on my erect nipples, my right hand stroking away like there's no tomorrow. Suddenly out of the blue I started thinking of Rob, wishing it was him all naked and giving his cum to me. I would do everything for him! I closed my eyes and tried to picture my strong neighbor all naked smiling down at me with a huge hard-on in his hand. I groaned in my wild excitement!

I was beating my teen cock off madly, moaning to myself,

"Ooh Rob, please, Oooh, please give it to me!"

I kept my eyes shut so the picture I had build up in my mind wouldn't go away. It took me only one more minute to shoot my load imagining it would land on his smooth belly and cock. Finally I lowered my head, trying to catch my breath and keeping my eyes closed, sitting down and panting heavily. I was shocked at first, jacking off thinking about Rob, but it was a great feeling!

It became a daily routine.

Late that night I dreamed about my strong neighbor. Rob and his house and the things we could do. I felt very excited. I didn't need the Internet sites this night. I took off my boxers and went straight to bed. I stroked my teen cock till my body stiffened. I continued on, dreaming about his chest and nipples, his never seen cock, shooting my load squirt after squirt. A big gush of my clear white stuff shot out of my teen cock. It was so strange to do it this way, but so nice!

The next morning my parents asked me about the idea. Staying with Rob that month. I agreed eagerly and danced in my room. I started to pack my things. That was the beginning.

The Young Dutch Prince part 2

Staying with Rob

It was the beginning of June, I packed my clothes and laptop. I was taking my things I thought I would use in a month and went over to his house. It was holiday and I walked over just to his place in my very wide red Nike shorts, showing my white CK boxers and a tight white T-shirt, carrying my stuff. It was a warm sunny afternoon.

My parents were gone and I was free! Of course I knew my way. Rob's house is a nice bungalow, it has a big private garden and an even more private swimming pool, something which very rare in The Netherlands.

Robert welcomed me joyfully at his door, he gave me a big smile, looking at my revealing outfit.

"Hi, there is my holiday-maker."

I smiled at him... Rob was wearing nothing more than a blue pair of shorts.

His white blond hair, blue sparkling eyes, and his broad tall strong chest, firm hairy legs were totally exposed to the world. I drank in the sight. His tanned strong chest with those little nipples, his darker chest hair, his treasure trail teased my thoughts and eyes. It goes from his belly button directly into his blue shorts. I could see the outline of his big manly cock. The cock where I dreamed about all those nights.

I must have been staring.

"Oh, Stefan, you lost your teeth?"

"Uhh, uh, sorry Rob, Hi!"

Robert raised his big hand, grabbed my shoulder and steered us inside. He showed me around (I was never upstairs) and we took my bags up to my new room. It had a nice view onto the back garden with its luxury swimming pool.

"Put your things away Stefan. Hurry, you will have tea with me in the garden in five minutes."

I did, in a rush, I hadn't much to put away and I've never been tidy. I learned we had to share his bathroom. That was great for me! I pulled on my runners and joined him in his garden. Rob sat on a reclining chair at the pool. We drank ice tea and I relaxed. Sitting in the grass next to him. He didn't offer me a chair. I didn't mind. I didn't ask for one. The view of my huge host from below was great with me!

We had a small talk, just fun. I felt secure and safe with him. We laughed and talked.

Rob went inside the house coming back with a big grin on his face. I didn't understand what was up, but after all it was not my business. Being his guest in his home it was enough to see him happy. After a while Rob asked me,

"You like to take a dip?"

"Sure! Sounds like fun to me! I'll go to change," I answered him.

I tried to get up. His strong hand came down on my shoulder holding me down. Rob gazed directly into my eyes and commanded softly,

"You are not in a hurry, Stefan. Learn to relax!"

"Okay, I will."

His hand now was wandering down over my chest and he talked to me on a firm but nice tone,

"Just relax, Stefan."

I had no choice to lay back again and feeling his strong hand and listening to his deep voice. His hand dropped lower and lower, stroking my chest and belly now. I sighed and relaxed.

Rob kept stroking me, telling me to relax. Unexpectedly his fingers slipped down inside the elastic band of my shorts. He pushed down the front of my red Nike shorts. Showing off the front of my black boxers. He act like this was the most normal thing to do.

My little teen cock stood right up and tented the black cotton. I couldn't help it, I felt embarrassed. Shit, he could see the outline of my boned-up cock through the cotton of my underwear! My face turned deep red. I tried to mutter, "Sorry Rob, I think I have to go upstairs."

Rob smiled at me and said,

"Do not worry so much, my little guy, it is just the two of us!"

and with a big smile he continued, "I have seen a lot of naked guys before."

I didn't know what to say and wondered; naked, being nude with him? There was never an indication before that he might be interested in my naked body. He just touched me as a older friend. Using his swimming pool I always wear my Speedos.

What did I know about sex? I became gay sex-addicted in my dreams and he was really handsome, but to be naked with him?

"We will just skinny dip, my little guy,"

he told me, being very matter of fact.

"In my pool, all my staying guests swim naked, so you do. We're here very private. The neighbors are far away, remember they abroad. Just their horny teen son stayed... so don't worry."

I tried to laugh about his joke, calling me a `horny teen son'. I ignored his words and told him,

"I brought my Speedos, Rob. I'm not used to swimming in the buff. Please can I take them? Please... "

Rob his smile disappeared, his eyes were narrow, demanding. I was silent. His fingers found my now erect teen cock through the cotton of my black boxers, stroking it. Oh hell, I thought, what happened with me? He touched my cock! My reaction was clear. Having an erection in front of our handsome sexy neighbor was so strange. I was eye level with his shorts. Only a few inches from his big cock. I could scent his manly body and the aroma of his sweat. He said nothing to me, nor did he pushed me away. He slowly adjusted himself once again on his reclining chair. The view of the outline of his big cock was spread out before me as I set on the grass close to him.

I felt his hand on the cotton of my black boxers. He stroked my teen boner and I pressed my cock at his hand. My hand wandered down and I slowly started massaging his feet and ankles. I'm skinny but my body is flexible. I softy kissed his hairy legs while working my way up. I didn't understand my own feelings and courage. I didn't dare to look at him.

"Look at me, Stefan!"

"Aaahh..." I couldn't help myself, afraid I'd shoot my load right on the spot. Rob looked me in my eyes. He just said,

"Stand!"

I jumped up to my feet, close to him, my gym shorts still tucked behind my balls.

"Strip!"

His words were clearly an order. I wasn't going to make any protest. I raised my T-shirt over my head, exposing for him my smooth boy chest, my little nipples erect. I looked inquiringly at him... he just gave me a nod. I took my soccer shorts down. After a little hesitation my black boxers followed. I lowered them down, allowing them to fall into the grass. I took his naked shoulder to keep my balance. It felt so good to touch his warm skin. In a flash my erect cock hit my belly. My hard teen cock and my smooth thighs were now all open to his view.

"Good little boy, I really like this,"

Rob told me, bringing his hands to my white exposed buttocks. Kneading them and bringing me closer to his handsome face. My thoughts were racing. I hoped he would take my little teen cock in his mouth. I didn't know what to expect, loved and feared this moment. Rob had never indicated any interest in my skinny teen body before. My mind begged in silence; Oh, please! But my tongue was silent. No words came out. Standing there naked in front of this big beautiful hunk.

Rob did something very unexpected. He slapped my erect cock, not hard. It didn't really hurt.

I felt like an `in between' kid exposed to him; still some baby fat, just started having some hairs around my cock and some below my arms. I wanted to be like him; strong, muscular, with hair just as a man has, on all the right places. Not shaving every week, but every night, or better, twice a day.

"Boy, get into the water,"

I rushed to the water of his pool, diving in. The cool water made me forget about everything but before I could get grip on my thought his voice was there again,

"Give me twenty laps!"

I obeyed without question. Giving him twenty, the quickest I ever made! Tired, I finished them, hanging at the poolside.

Rob came over to me. Patting my wet hair, he talked to me. I felt tired and my eyes focused on his blue shorts and his hairy legs. He wear them low now, giving me some more view of his rippling stomach.

"Good guy, do it again!"

"Another twenty, Rob?"

"Yes boy, go for it! You can do it!"

O hell, without questioning him, one more time twenty! Of course I did it. I did it for him! Exhausted I finished them. I really had no condition, I felt broken.

He nearly fished me out of the water, holding me at my arms, putting me on the edge of the pool. Without further words Rob undressed. His tremendous body revealed before my staring eyes. Everything came into my view. He dove into the pool, like a real swimmer. I watched his body slice through the water making 40 impressive laps without any distress. I knew my place!

Wow! How much I admired his athletic ability and appearance.

After his 40 laps, he moved from the water and he wrapped himself in a white towel.

Rob tossed me his wet towel and took me by my narrow shoulders and he told me with a firm tone,

"Drop the towel and let's go into the house."

I bowed down to take my clothes but he simply stated,

"Leave them here, no need for them inside."

I followed him, still naked, like a willing victim. There seemed to be no point beyond which I wouldn't go. I accepted all his orders.

Rob made me stand in the corner of the kitchen. He used my shoulders to move me around. I stood there still tired from my swimming. I felt really naked, as a child, the day I was born. I felt very strange, being under his spell. What happened to me?

Rob looked at me and said simple,

"My little boy, you need a lot of training! You act like one of those smart computer kids. Remember, in this House brains must go together with real muscles and a good condition."

I had no words for him... just a nodded my head and I gave him a strange mumble.

"Speak up, guy. You want that?"

"Yes Rob, I want that! Please." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Sir," he demanded.

"Yes, Sir!" I gasped.

The Young Dutch Prince Part 3

House rules

Rob came over to me and said right in my face,

"First my house rules, so we can enjoy your stay."

He was hypnotizing me with those blue beautiful eyes in his handsome face. I was very afraid to get a boner while facing this `discipline'.

"You will remain in the house always naked. The way you are now or if I like that with a pair white briefs or tight boxers. I put them in your room."

This was nearly too much for me, I felt my cock filling up, my balls were tightening. Shit, he really meant that? Being naked all the time? I couldn't believe my ears. The only moments in public I was naked was at the showers at school with my buddies. I feared his order. I felt a shy little boy. My mouth spoke a different language,

"Yes, Rob, I will do so."

I was wondering what had happened to me... was this me? I was a pampered child from kind family home. I never had been exposed to this attitude of `discipline' whatever. Words like training and taking orders were not our thing at home.

While doing exactly as commanded, standing naked in his kitchen. I was experiencing a chill of excitement. I liked the way he treated me. I wanted it!

"You can do better as that, my boy!"

At first I didn't know what he meant. Remembering slowly, the words came out easy, "Yes, Sir, I will do whatever you say, Sir!"

"That's better! My boy."

I liked the tone he spoke the word `Boy', it gave a thrill to my teen cock and boiling balls. Shit, my cock was on alert again, it went up hard. I didn't want him to see what happened to me! Rob smiled at me,

"That's ok, boy, we will work on that, no problem. Go to your room, take a shower and take one of those white tight boxer shorts I put on your bed. Meet me here in 15 minutes! But, my little boy, leave that little boner alone."

I nodded my head, red from embarrassment, looking at my own erection, all to his view. He didn't mind? At the door I managed to say,

"Yes Sir! Thank you."

I excitedly rushing upstairs, hurrying into his great bathroom. I hit the shower and the cool water felt great on my body. My head was spinning. I didn't know what to think. The water was running over my smooth body but my boner didn't go down. Feeling my little nipples I groaned. I felt them erect and super sensitive when I touched them. Feeling my undeveloped stomach and my boner, I wondered what would happen next. I wanted to cum so badly, I needed it. If I should jack off would he notice?

I was convinced he would. I was in terrible need. Would he understand? `No!' he said and I didn't want to disappoint him. His order not to touch my boner sounded firm and clear. This was a strange and great hell!

I felt like an addicted child, craving cookies I can't touch. This was just my first day. Did I want to leave? Oh, Hell, NO, no, no!

To stay? Yes, I wanted to stay what ever, to be here, with him. But I would stand firm against him, demanding my own clothes back!!! I should say... what?

What would I say to my dream-man? I didn't find a appropriate text.

My boner didn't go down but the cold water made it soften a little bit. I

rinsed, toweled off and I went back into my room. On my bed I found the snow white boxers Rob talked about. They were too small for me and the cotton was thin! The label was reading S, I wear size M. Sitting on my new bed I struggled to get into them.

They revealed everything, they were so tiny. It felt so strange. Like I was still naked. A the other hand the pressure of the cotton at my cock and the skin of my butt made me feel sexy in a way. How could I go down stairs with this tight pair of boxers? I looked for my own black CK boxers. I brought at least eight pair of them.

They were gone!

I looked for my bags but couldn't find them. They were removed to somewhere else. I groaned in despair,

"What the fuck!"

All my clothes were gone! How could he do that?

Shit, before the swimming, Rob went into the house. He took all my clothes! My mind went blank. There was no point to resisting the situation. Just go down-stairs in these silly white boxers. I needed to get rid of my boner. I tried to think about school, about women. My cock stayed the way it was; rock hard.

This erect state declared my excitement to the world!

I entered the kitchen. Rob was sitting at the table, smiling at me.

"Ah, there he is! It took you 17 minutes, my boy, that's different from the 15 I allowed you! We will look into that, don't worry," Rob told me.

I didn't know what to expect but for sure not this. I felt strange in my new situation, nearly naked before this commanding strong and handsome man.

"Sorry!"

and after a timid silence, looking into his eyes,

"Sorry, Sir!".

Rob was still smiling. He inspected me in a way. I had the feeling he was making fun of me. He really tried to make fun of me, I knew it, this was just a stupid dream. Well, these were my first thoughts.

Rob changed. He wore nothing more that a black silk pair of sport briefs and a black tank top. I looked at his sun tanned body. His strong legs with fine black hairs and that great powerful chest were great. I looked at his body with respect and a strange fear. I looked at his powerful arms and chest all within my view.

I couldn't help myself and my eyes wandered down, I looked into his crotch. His shorts filled out. Well, I'd never imagined someone was that long `soft' and so big. I wasn't an expert but he was big. Rob saw me looking and grinned,

"Like what you see? I'm sure. I like what I see, my boy!"

All the words of anger I had in my mind, telling him to give back my clothes, to be firm to him, all vanished. I'd lost my tongue.

He gave me just a smile. He stated,

"You really want to have muscles and have brains? Don't you, boy?" Rob asked on a firm tone.

"Yes... Sir, I do!"

I knew I wanted it all. To be like him... a strong and mature man; brains and muscles. Rob was still smiling,

"That's good! I will show you the way."

The Young Dutch Prince

Part 4 Now or never

Rob stood up, he walked over to me. My eyes are fixed to his narrow hips in those black sport shorts. He stood in front of me and simply asked,

"You trust me?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Spread your legs a little sand firm on the ground. Put your arms behind your back; take your own wrist. Just do it, be my firm and good boy."

I did as ordered.

His big hand touched the front of my white Very Small boxers. Designed for a little boy, not for a teen like me. He grabbed my boner and gave me a wink. I knew, I got a wet boner. My cock and balls strained against their cotton prison, expanding it.

His big hand stroked my cum filled balls. His hand went up and took care up to my shaft. He spit into his hand and slowly his hand went going up and slowly down. The cotton was really wet now. I trembled on my feet and groaned.

"Aghhh."

I felt my cock leaking pre-cum, the cotton of my boxers was so wet. I didn't dare to look away from his blue eyes. Rob's other hand wandered over my smooth chest, ending up at my left nipple. He twisted my little nipple hard.

I swallowed, taking a deep breath. I felt in heat, my little balls were nearly in my body. I felt my cum rise...

"Ahhhhhhh, Rob, Sir!"

Rob stood back.

"Good boy! Be patient, my little guy," his big hands left my body.

I sighed, "Oooooh!"

Rob took my naked shoulders.

"Relax, my boy!"

It seemed to me, he could read my mind. I wanted him to go on! Feeling me all over, using his big strong hands all over my trembling body. I really wanted to beg him to touch me everywhere. I couldn't find the words. I was staring in no-where. My mind was on fire!

"Stefan?" His beautiful voice was kind and full of compassion.

"Yes, Sir!" I got back in reality in shock.

"I don't want you to cum... yet. You understand that?" Rob's voice was kind but still a command now.

"Yes, Sir. I will obey your rules, whatever."

I felt strange, without any question, I needed this. Calling him in a respectful way `Sir'.

He stroked my hair.

"Little friend, remember this. We have a whole month. This is just the beginning of a long journey. A month and maybe longer, be a good boy to me and you will enjoy it all the way."

"I will, Sir, I will be a good boy to you, Sir!" I felt again under his spell.

Rob smiled at me,

"We will go slow and you will learn a lot. Take your cock out, leave your boxers under your smooth balls, my boy."

Without any hesitation I tugged my white tight boxers down. It was hard to get them over my little teen boner. My straining erect cock slapped against my smooth belly. Looking down I felt strange about my lack of body hair. All the pride of those little hairs above my cock was gone. My little balls are still nearly smooth. I was just a little teen nothing compared to his strong hairy body.

Rob still stands in front of me and he orders softly,

"Jack yourself, boy,"

After a brief silence,

"Do it for me."

Standing there, those tight white boxers just below my smooth little teen balls, in front of this great man. I followed his orders nearly in reflex. Bringing my hand to my cock.

I looked him in the eyes. His perfect blue eyes, his look was just strong, so severe! I started stroking my little teen cock.

I wanted Rob to hold me, to press my body into his strong frame. I wanted him to touch me.

He didn't.

He just watched me jacking myself off. My cock trembles and my cum filled balls hurt a bit. I needed to cum so badly! I stroked my teen cock for him. Looking at his beautiful body. My body trembled and was on fire.

He smiled and looked at my dripping cock,

"Come for me, boy!"

That order, from him. My handsome strong friend drove me over the edge. I groaned,

"Agggghhhh!!!!"

"Aaaaaah."

My breath was irregular. I couldn't help myself anymore.

"Ohhhh, please, SIR touch me!"

I heard myself begging Rob who stood there watching me with a big smile on his face. His great blue eyes were on my trembling body. My body was on fire and my legs were weak.

"OOOO aaaggGGGGHHHHHH!!"

My head was a sea of stars. I shot my load.

Pale globes of my hot teen cum hit my nose, even my blond hair! I was shaking, unstable on my feet.

Gushers and gushers of white streaming semen shot out of my little teen cock. My warm juices sprayed around hitting my skin and the floor. I never had such an orgasm before and groaned whispering his name, Rob!

I enjoyed every spit second of my heavy boy orgasm.

Rob stepped to me. He put his big strong arm around me holding me close and he said with a kind voice,

"Good Boy!"

He stroked my blond hair and hugged me. I felt his cool skin against my naked body. Shaking and with a trembling voice I managed to say,

"Thanks, Sir Rob!"

After a few minutes, my thoughts began to clear, my climax had ripped away any control I might have had. I loved this!

He took me in his big arms, my wet little cock against his silk black shorts. I felt Rob's own big cock for the first time against me. My little frame against his strong naked chest. His strong hand patted my buttocks. He took my white boxers down. I felt them going down, over my skinny smooth legs, hitting the floor of his kitchen. Without a word, I stepped out of them. Naked in front of this strong man, being his boy.

Rob hugged me and said,

"You are my Young Dutch Price now. I am your King."

We smiled to each other ans Rob knelt in front of me. He took my worn out cock in his open mouth! He sucked the last drops of teen cum out of my so sensitive cock. I was in heaven!

"Aahh!"

The head of my cock was still so hell sensitive! "Oh, Rob, Sir..."

My mind was spinning again.

Rob licked my sensitive boy cock and balls. I felt his tongue on my balls, going down. He spread my smooth legs wide apart.

"Aaaahhhhhh ! Gbrrr! ... Sir..!"

Strange sensations hit me. I nearly cry in agony. I tried to relax, being his willing obedient boy. I was enjoying his warm tongue on my thighs and my never touched white ass cheeks. His tongue invaded my hairless crack. He started to lick my ass!

"Ohhhhh, shit, Sir!"

Was this real?

My body was his and out of control. I trembled again on my feet I needed to hold myself steady at the wall. Nobody ever touched my teen-dick, fingered my ass before. Never!

"Ooooh,"

I groaned out loud. Rob's wet tongue left my white exposed butt. He stroked the skin of my white globes and whispered to me,

"You are really tight, I like that, boy! There is so much to discover! You are a great boy!"

Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk

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NOTE:

This story was published in a very different way at Wednesday, February 23, 2000 as "The Dutch Prince".

Chaim and bChaim are the same author since 1997.