A gay summer Holiday - Part 19

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Chapter 19
A house, a home, a surprise.

During the installation week, the German carpenter crew managed to install all the windows and doors. As well as fix the problem with the porous sandstone decoration above the windows. The local builder did not want to use it because it would ruin the look of the 1950's home. And although Chris was worried the sandstone would get dirty far too quickly, he was adamant he wanted them installed anyway. This was just one of the arguments the boss had with Chris's plans. He probably felt left out of the normal way he builds on the island. Chris was the architect, designer, construction engineer, builder, owner, and client all rolled into one.

The German built-crew had a quick and easy fix. They just dipped the carved block in a silicone solution overnight. That stopped the rainwater and dirt from penetrating them. If anything, the sandstone decorations above and below the windows made the plane home look much more in keeping with a traditional Captains-house that could be found elsewhere on the island.

The builder had received a strongly worded letter from Chris's father's law firm. He responded and phoned Christopher. He apologized and said that he would send Chris a new bill for the work he had done so far. When Chris received the letter he was relieved to find a much more fair bill. Chris instantly went over it with Jelmer, his financial adviser. And they agreed to pay the new amount in full right away. Glad that the issue had been resolved, Chris started to feel confident again that he could manage the rest of the project himself.

The weekend after the German built-crew had left, Christopher installed the sandstone windowsills by himself, and set out to re-point the brickwork. He got helped by his uncle Burt and some of his friends. They made short work of it. By now the main tourist season was over its peak. Most schools had started again. So the tourists that came to the island now were couples and elderly people. It was still busy, but there was already less work to be done in the tourist information office. Chris welcomed the extra time he could spend on the house. His mind was already turning to the finishing work on the inside of the new home.

Jelmer and Chris stood in front of their new home. After the scaffolding had been removed they could see their grand plan come to life for the first time. They stood there, arm in arm. Jelmer said to Chris; "You know what,... I think you need to change one more thing...". Chris looked at his buddy surprised. "Now you tell me? ha... I thought I was done on the outside...", he smiled. "A grand covered porch over the main door would look nice...", he sighed. Chris thought for a moment. Then he drew an outline in front of the door in the sand. 2 square wooden columns on either side of the door. With a pointed roof over it. That quick suggestion was exactly what Jelmer was envisioning.

"I love it Jelmer...", exclaimed Chris. "I love you...", answered Jelmer. At that moment the heavens opened up. The guys did not care at all. Through the rain, they calmly walked into the greenhouse at the back of the home. Set on the leather couch and hugged. "Chris... I want you!", moaned Jel. They kissed deeply as they got out of their wet clothes. Both guys started to breathe heavy. Christopher sucked off Jelmer and made sure his cock was nice and wet. After a while, he bent over the couch's armrest and got his butt licked wildly by Jel. He also sucked on Chris's balls and cock. Horny as hell he drilled his lover. Pounding him long and hard. He got up and told Chris to lay on his back on the couch. Pulling his legs in the air, Chris presented his ass to Jelmer. Making the fuck hole gape open by pressing the rose butt out. Jelmer plowed it with deliberate strokes.

Just before he was about to breed Chris's hole, Christopher asked Jelmer; "Jelly Belly... Will you marry me in May of next year?". Jelmer came hard ramming himself deep into Chris. "Yes... Yes... Oh God Yes... Fucking Yes... Yes!... Yes, I will", he shouted with each pump of sperm he let fly into Chris's ass.

Jel scooped up Chris off the couch. Letting Christopher ride the still rock hard cock of Jelmer. They kissed deeply as they hugged tight. Jelmer felt his stomach become wet. He first looked up, suspecting a leaky greenhouse roof. But when he looked down he saw Chris dumping his load over his belly. Jelmer wanted to say something but he got a hot sticky stream of jizz instead.

Suddenly the rain stopped completely and a ray of glorious sunshine lit the two lovers. They looked outside to the house. A rainbow had formed over it. Chris took a picture whilst still locked in the love embrace by Jelmer. "That was a sign from above...", said Jelmer softly. "Yes, Chris I would love to marry you. Let's do it on the day I first told you I was in love with you...".
"Does that mean we also have to take Jesse to bed with us on our wedding night?", joked Chris. "He wished!...", laughed Jelmer.

The heat of the greenhouse and the humid weather had made the windows steam up. Their clothes had partially dried. Together they walked into the house. Arm in Arm, holding each other tight. They discussed the look and feel they would go for. Jelmer got surprised by Chris's remarks that he liked the way the little farmhouse was decorated by Jel. Jelmer thought that Chris would like a more high-gloss modern look. "You're partly right. I think we can mix both styles. Let's buy us a boatload of home-decoration magazines and cut out the stuff we like. Then we can compare the selection we both want.", suggested Chris, ever mindful to include his man in the built plans. Jelmer loved the idea.

They walked back to the 'Harbor View' and dropped in on Ben and Frieda. "Oh, you guys got caught in the down poor?", said Frieda, when she saw the state of the two men. "Mom, Dad... please sit down.", asked Christopher. Frieda pinched Ben in anticipation of what was to come. They sat on their couch. "Mom, Dad... I would like your permission to marry your boy in May of next year...", said Chris. He held Frieda's hand and looked at Ben. Both exclaimed; "Yes, you may Chris...". They started to cry as they hugged their son and Christopher.

At that time Jesse and Pieter came walking in. "What's going on?", asked Jesse. "He made it official. Chris asked me to marry him!", said Jel very happy to his little brother and his boyfriend. "When is the big day?", asked little big Peet surprised. "Don't worry Peet. You got some time to get used to the idea.", joked Chris. "We plan on doing it on the same day as Jelmer first told me he loved me.", said Chris proud. "Aww... that's sweet!", exclaimed Jesse and Pieter at the same time. "Is it official... May I tell my mom and dad?", asked Pieter.
"No! not yet...", said Chris stern. "I first need to talk with grandma, but we are going over there after we changed clothes. So you can tell your folks tomorrow!".

The two of them were immensely proud of Jelmer and Chris for including them in their plans. "Jesse... don't answer right away... think on this one a moment... Will you be my best man?", asked Christopher. He got squeezed tight by Jes. "Yes! I would be honored.", yelled Jesse happy. Ben took out a bottle of champagne they had bought for just this occasion. And the 6 off them celebrated. Later that day Chris and Jelmer walked over to his grandmother's house.

"Hi, guys... What are you doing here?", asked his uncle Burt. Chris grabbed his hand and pulled him inside to grandma. "Granny, Burt... We have great news!", said Chris. Jelmer asked; "Gran... I would like your permission to ask Christopher to marry me.", he said nervously. "I would normally have to ask his father... But that's a long swim away...", he nervously joked. "Yes boy!...", said Chris's grandmother happy. "I think it's okay for you to do so.". The guys were congratulated and they told them when the event would take place.

Chris had walked away and when he came back he gave Burt a full tank of gas. "What's that for, Chris?...", he asked confused. "You said that I could borrow your bicycle as long as I would put it back with a full tank of gas...", laughed Chris. "Now that it's official I guess I need to buy me my own bicycle. So I no longer need to borrow yours.". Uncle Burt hugged Chris. With tears in his eyes, he said thanks. "What will you tell your parents?", he asked anxiously.

"I will give dad a call as soon as we get home.", said Chris. "Go on, use our phone and get it over with... After that, we need to celebrate this. Jelmer call your folks we are going to 'the Whaler' tonight. I'll call Petra and Sjors and Dianna and Mathijs.", said Chris's grandmother resolute. Grandma went upstairs to get changed. And Christopher called his folks.

His father answered the phone. "Hi dad...", said Christopher anxiously. "I... well... I am not... I don't know how to tell you this.", he stammered. "Go on son?", said his father surprised.
"Dad, I have asked Jelmer to marry me...", said Christopher quickly. He heard a door slam shut on the other side of the line. "That is great news, Chris. Congratulations! son. This makes me very proud! I need to hang up though... Your mom took it badly...", he said. "Love you, Chris. Give Jelmer a big kiss from me!... I'll deal with your mom!". Chris said his goodbye's and hung up the phone.

Christopher sat in the living room feeling a bit sad. His grandma walked in, dressed to the nines. "Come on Chris. Don't let that get you down. This is about your life, not theirs.", she said understandingly. "Time to celebrate!... Give Wes a call to tell him we are coming over... And call your friends over as well. Tell them you got something big to discuss with them there.", she suggested.

Chris send out a group message after he had called Wessel. When Jelmer and Christopher walked thru town they met up with more and more friends and family members. Ben and Frieda were already at 'the Whaler' with Jesse and Pieter. They too had changed into their party clothes, and all looked very nice. Wessel had expected some people, but when he saw the large group of friends walk over he got surprised as well. He quickly set up some more tables and chairs in a large grouping on the dance floor. And closed the beach club. He had band practice that night. A few islanders and tourists were there listening. And when the group sat down the music was already playing.

Complimentary drinks and snacks were served. And once the last of the guest had arrived Chris walked up on to the stage. He sat down with a guitar and started to play his island tribute song. Softly, without amplification at first. During the 3rd verse, the drummer started to play along. At the instrumental break, all the band members joined in. When the song was nearly done Chris signaled the other band members to stop playing. He **** the last verse and the chorus alone again. But he did not stop... He kept playing the guitar... And **** a new verse. In it, he announced the marriage of him and Jelmer. After two more choruses, he ended the song. Completing the story of the guy that wanted to be part of the island inhabitants. Get him a house and marrying there.

It did not remain quiet, like the first time he **** this song here. The people listening did not cry, like the first time. His friends, Wessel and his band members and the few remaining guests in the club started to cheer wildly. They jumped up and congratulated the boys. "Wes... I guess you're not getting rid of me... Can you handle a little competition?", joked Chris to his favorite singer-songwriter and role model. Wessel openly kissed Christopher. And no one was at all surprised by that reaction. Not any more!

They had a lovely joyful gay time together that night. They ****, drank, and ate. Celebrating the long-expected announcement. And the next day it even made the local newspaper. Jelmer had filmed Chris's revised version of the song. And it got send to all the other friends and volunteers that Chris and he had met over the past half year. As well as to Chris's father.

The same as the last time the island rallied behind Chris. When Christopher got to the built side the next day a large group of islander volunteers were there to help out. Even the homophobic son of the building inspector was there. Chris gave him a bro hug for everyone to see. Christopher thanked him warmly for being there as well. Chris divided the volunteers up in groups and they worked each on their own projects. The outside walls got cleaned. The windows got washed. Inside the electrical systems were roughed in and a fence was put up around the perimeter of the house plot. Chris built the foundations for the porch over the door. A lot of work was done in a short space of time.

That night Jelmer and Chris stayed in his little farmhouse. They talked about what furniture Jelmer wanted to take with him. And he asked Chris what he liked about the look of his home. The choices Jelmer made gave Chris enough inspiration to guide the decoration of their new home. Christopher painted a picture with words. Room by room they discussed what furniture they wanted to place where. What colors they would want in the house. And what materials they wanted to use. Exhausted from the mental exercise they went to bed. Kissing each other good night and falling asleep right away.

Chris took Jelmers old army Jeep to the built site early the next day. And started to investigate why the existing concrete floor in the garage had sagged near the doors. Initially, he could not figure it out. So he started work on the new garage workshop instead. He wanted to install an inspection pit in it. So he could work on vehicles without having to buy a car lift. He dug down, and within the meter, he hit an old concrete slab. On the edge of the pit, Chris also found the edge of a thick rusty metal plate. He cleared the sand around it.

When he had removed the plate, Chris had found an old entrance to the bunker the house was build upon. He knew from the stories the previous owner had told him that there used to be a large underground bunker here. The house was built on top of it around the 1950s. Pake and Beppe had once told him that some of the islander youth had used the bunker as their secret make-out spot. And that in that bunker the kinkiest sex parties had been going on for a few years. When they were discovered the bunker complex was bricked up. A year after that the house was built on top of it.

Christopher got curious and wandered inside. The first area he walked in was sort of a garage. The thick wooden doors had rotted away. Sand from above had spilled inside. That was the reason why the concrete floors of the garage above it had sagged. He found several doors. One of them was indeed blocked up by limestone bricks. Not knowing if it was safe or if the air was breathable behind it he decided to take one of the other doors instead. What he found was the original command bunker. Complete as the occupation forces had left it after the war. Chris found a lot of documentation and instruments. Even some guns and ammunition. He found more rooms that were partially filled with sand from collapsed wooden doors to the outside. And even stairs to a second level below it. The bunker was huge.

After hours of looking an measuring the bunker, he found his way back to the outside. Chris texted officer Tom to call him in private. And that it was urgent. Tom did not respond. But 5 minutes later the black Landrover from Tom stopped outside. Chris quickly explained what he found. And that he thought this should remain secret. Christopher did not want any ******** guests hunting for war-treasure while there was still live ammo in the bunker.

Tommy laughed at Chris. "You exaggerate Chris! All the bunkers were cleaned out after the war!", said Tommy in disbelieve. Chris handed him a German rifle and handgun. As well as some German paperwork. "Dang Tom, I expect you to know by now that I don't lie, or cry wolf when there is none!", said Chris angry. He again explained the reason for the secrecy. And Tom sort of understood that Christopher was deadly serious. He at least could see that Chris had been underground from the dirt on his clothes and hands. Tom called someone from the local air force training grounds in private. They were called in more often when some old bombs were found. But this time Tom asked him to come over in his private car. Not wanting them to raise suspicion.

An air force major and a young lieutenant got out of a private car that blocked the access to the built site. They walked over to Tom and Chris. Chris explained the situation to them. The 4 of them climbed down into the bunker complex. After having seen a few rooms Chris was ordered roughly to leave. "Sirs, I understand your request. But I respectfully deny. This was, is, and will remain my property. You are here as my guests, at my request.". The young lieutenant drew his gun and repeated the order, shouting nervously in Chris's ear.

Tom took out his gun and pointed it at the lieutenant. "Put down your weapon boy. The man is right. He is the legal owner of the property, with everything in, on and under it!", warned officer Tom him. The major looked at Tom and Chris. And understood that they were right. "Major, Sir. I will grant you unlimited access to the bunker. You may take all its contents with you. As long as I get to keep the bunker complex to do with as I see fit afterward. And as long as it does not disrupt me re-building my home above it! Do we have a deal?", told Christopher stern. The air force major agreed. Over the next month and a half trucks kept pulling in Chris's driveway. In all hours of the day. And once they had all left the minister of Defense personally handed the property over to Christopher.

For a time Christopher was the only civilian allowed onto the site. He used it to map out the extent of the bunker complex from above. And shared the info with the investigators. He used the measurements he had taken when he first was down there. He found a space where he could build his new swimming pool and had begun digging the area out. That gave the army a good excuse for the numerous controlled explosions that month. They told the population it was munitions that were found during digging work. Christopher had to be creative with the size and shape of the new pool. But he managed to make a nice big pool inside the space that was once used by a huge gun emplacement.

The outside of the home got re-done before autumn set in. Shrubs, trees, and plants were put in. The lawn was re-turfed with pre-grown roles of turf and the terrace was relayed as well. That finished up the look on the outside. Just before winter, the new concrete driveway was put in. The top was finished with crushed seashells. And in front of the main door to the house, a roundabout was put in. In the center of it, Christopher put a Christmas tree. And decorated it in mid-November. Jelmer had made fun of Chris for doing that. But Christopher ignored the nasty remarks he had gotten.

He set out to make some homemade decorations from stuff he found in nature and on the beaches. Like driftwood and pine cones. He gave the ornaments a Christmassy feel. Boxed them up with the hand made Christmas card, their new address and a poem that announced their wedding in May. He sent boxes of it to all his closest relatives. Jelmer apologized deeply to Chris when he also received his Christmas wishes early December. And Jelmer's ass got a good Christmas whipping that night.

No, Santa did not cum early that year. In fact, Santa Chris came only after he fucked Jel's butt and mouth for hours that night. Chris wore a Santa hat. And a red jockstrap. When Jelmer was ordered to reveal his first Christmas package, he found Santa's cock with jingle bells on his cock strap. He sat on his knees in front of Santa and laughed extremely hard. Pulling the cock down and letting it whip up against Chris's belly. Making the sleighbells jingle. Chris took Jel's head in his hand and roughly slammed the hard cock in his man's mouth. The whole night the sleighbells were heard. And Santa let his head Elf work hard for his pleasure.

The next morning, that early December, Jelmer got his Christmas present early. Chris took him half naked blindfolded to the driveway. "What the fuck are we doing here. It's cold!", protested Jelmer. Christopher pulled off the blindfold. Jelmer froze to the ground. Chris had bought them the biggest reddest 4-wheel drive pickup truck he could lay his hands on. Chris through an arm around his boy. Walked with him to the driver side door and gave Jel the keys. "Go sit on it...", he laughed meanly at Jelmer. Jel opened up the door and on the driver seat, he saw a huge dildo with a red ribbon standing proud upright. Ready to be taken for a ride. Chris ripped Jelmers jogging pants down and pushed him inside. Jelmer could do only one thing. And that was to follow Chris's orders.

He sat on it. His still lubed butt hole took the monster dildo. As Jel grabbed the steering wheel he fucked himself hard up and down the dong. Chris had climbed in the passenger seat and started to blow Jelmer, while he road the dildo. "Go on Jelly Belly... Take it deep... I know you can... Sit on it!", he ordered Jelmer. Jel gave a big sigh and slit his ass all the way down over the 24 by 6 cm thickly veined dildo. Chris wanked off Jelmer hard and fast with a wet hand. Jelmer christened the cars' dashboard and steering wheel. The guys kissed. From the backseat, Jelmer got handed another present. It was a fire department helmet. "You got accepted into the fire department, love... You're a firefighter! Your hose was deemed big enough to put out all overheated horny gay's on the island...", joked Chris.

Jelmer had been training to become a volunteer firefighter for over 3 months now. And they excepted him as one of their own a few days back. Chris had intercepted the letter and wanted to surprise Jelmer with it. His plan worked... It worked just fine. Because for the rest of that day Jelmer only wanted to play with Chris's fire hose and get as much practice in as he could.