Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 22:13:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: moving to the city- 31-32 Chapter 31 With a loud smack on his ass Peter was awaken the next morning. "Ouch!" He cried out. "O, I'm sorry!" Laughed John, "let me make that up." He pushed Peter faced down on the bed and started to kiss his back and ass. "Better?" "Mmmm, much better!" Peter replied and let out a moan when he felt John's tongue licking his asshole. With his knees John pushed Peter's legs apart, he spat on his erect cock and pushed the head in. Without waiting he pushed in further, pushing Peter deep into the matras. He laid on top of him and took Peter's hands and pressed them down on the small of his back. Peter couldn't move, with his hands behind his back and the heavy body of John on top of him. He liked it nevertheless, he just loved the weight of this muscular guy on top of him, fucking him hard and deep, making his cock grinding the bed. With his hands still locked into John's grip, he was being fucked hard and deep. He moaned loudly as John's cock hit his prostate and his full bladder over and over again. The pounding became heavier and Peter knew that John would cum any second now, he didn't dare to let himself go, afraid he would pee and cum and the same time. John cried out, blowing his load deep inside of him. "Mmmmmm..." John said , while licking Peter's spine, he pulled his cock out and got up, "Let's have a shower!" Peter followed him to the bathroom, his cock was still rock hard and pointing upwards. "Man, that looks like a weapon!" laughed John as he turned on the shower, he felt the water and got under the stream. Peter was focused on the toilet, wandering how he could empty his full bladder, he put the seat down and sat down trying to get his dick into the bowl. "Hey, do like all guys do, pee under the shower!" Bending his cock down into the bowl was a bit painful so he walked over to the shower. John pulled him under the warm water and got behind him. Reaching around him he took Peter's erect cock in his hand. "Piss!" He said into his ear, pressing his body against him. With a sigh Peter let go, John held his cock up, the piss mixed with the warm water, over his chest and stomach. John squeezed the last drops out then he started to jack him. With his other hand John pinched his nipples hard and pushed his tongue deep into Peter's ear, jacking him faster, pulling his foreskin all the way back. With his thumb he rubbed over Peter's cock head, making him moan louder. It didn't take long for Peter to cum, shooting his cum onto the tiled wall. With both hands on the wall he regained his breath, meanwhile John was soaping his back and ass. He let the big soapy hands roam his body. John turned him around, pressing his lips onto his, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth. John prepared breakfast for them, Peter had to smile when John did the eggs and bacon wearing only a apron. The rest of the day they fooled around by the pool. The afternoon ended with a long fuck session with Peter on his back in the grass and his legs spread wide apart. The whole afternoon he hadn't cum, his sperm was boiling in his balls. John pounded his ass hard, pulling his cock all the way out and ramming it back in again, his big heavy balls hitting Peter's every time. Drops of sweat fell on Peter's face, he raised his head and licked the sweat off John's neck and pecs. John plunged his dick deep into him again and Peter could feel it swell up even more. "Oh fuck!!!" John cried out. The feeling of John's hot sperm deep inside of him pushed Peter over the edge too, without touching, his cock lifted its head up and squirted load after load of cum over the both of them. John collapsed onto him, it took a few seconds before he got his breath back, then he kissed Peter deep, roaming his tongue deep around in his mouth. "O, boy, you are so fucking hot!" He pulled his cock out and got up, pulling Peter up too, hand in hand they sprung into the pool. Around six in the evening John called for a taxi to drive them into the town of Haarlem, they would have dinner there, after which Peter could board the train back to Amsterdam. Chapter 32 When he got home Roderick was already sound asleep. "Thank God for that," Peter said aloud and got undressed. He turned out the light and fell asleep. He had a vivid dream of him walking in an empty appartment. There were hundreds of rooms, to his surprise behind each door he opened he found John laying naked on a bed slowing stroking his big hard cock. Only one room was empty, he entered that room and the room changed into a workshop, tools were scattered all around him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around. "Jack!" he called out loud. "Looking for something?" Jack replied, while taking of his overall. Peter's hands went over Jack's hairy body, he pursed his lips but before his lips met Jack's he woke up. "Jack?" he asked. He looked over to the other bed, but he also saw the piles of books next to it and realised it had been a dream. A dream that had made his cock rock hard. He kicked off the sheets and started stroking his cock, he ran his hand over his naked body, not sure he was imagening John's or Jack's hands touching him. He closed his eyes, and cupped his balls and stroked faster. "O my God! You pervert!" Quickly Peter pulled up the sheets, but when he saw it was just Roderick ready to go to work, he pushed away the sheets and got up. "What's your problem? You never jack off?" "No!" "Yeah, sure," Peter answered, standing in front of him and started stroking again, "but I guess that explains a lot. It's only natural." "You're a pig." Roderick said, giving him a disgusting look and hurried away. Peter let himself fall back on the bed and finished his jack-off session with a big spurt all over his chest. After his jack-off session he washed, got dressed and came downstairs. He had a cup of coffee with Aunt Leonora. When she asked him what he was up to today, he just said that he was taken a stroll along the canals and do some window shopping. He had not yet seen the appartment, but he knew he would love it. The building looked great, the area was neat and quiet. The oposite of the place he lived in now. For a moment he was afraid that he couldn't afford it, but then again he had clearly said the amount he could afford. He looked up to the building figuring out which appartment was vacant. "Good afternoon, are you Peter?" "O, yes", Peter turned around and extended his hand to a man in a suit. The man introduced him and held up a key, "Shall we have a look?" "Yes please." Peter followed the man up the stairs, to the fifth and top floor. "All appartments are the same, but this one got a little roof top terrace. Pets are not allowed, this is an nice quiet building and we'd like to keep it that way." The guy said while he unlocked the door and stepped aside. The first thing Peter noticed when he stepped in was the light. He stood in a little hallway, on both sides there was a room with huge windows, letting the light in. "To the right is the living room with the kitchenette the other room is the bedroom with the bathroom and the terrace." The living had a nice size, in one of the corners was the kitchenette, small but practical. "It's perfect!" He walked over too the other room, it was a bit smaller because of the bathroom. He took a look into the bathroom, "I've got a shower!" he said to himself. "And of course the view," the guy said opening a door and stepping outside. "Wow!" Peter reacted, the terrace was big enough for two people to sit on. The terrace faced the park. "Totally free, no one can see you up here!" the man said, giving Peter a wink. "If you like an all over tan, this is perfect." "I'll take it, I'll take it!" He shouted. "Fine." The guy opened his briefcase, "Let's sign the contract then, the rent is due on the first of the month, when you sign you agree with the terms, mentioned on the backside. The rent is.... oh hm, strange, that's not right I'm afraid." Peter looked on the paper, "No, that is right, that's the amount agreed!" "Guess so, it's here in black and white, oh, I see you don't have to pay a deposit either. Well seems you are a very lucky guy then." The guy gave Peter a wide grin and handed him a pen. Peter signed the contract and the key was handed over. When the man had left he walked through his appartment, his own appartment. No need to share a bedroom, his own bathroom. No more Roderick. "YES!" he shouted. After he danced around he went outside to find a telephone booth to call John. "John! It's perfect!" he shouted the second he heard John's voice. "Congratulations, Peter, knew you would like it. Is it big enough for all your furniture?" Fuck, he hadn't thought about that, he had nothing. "Well, eh....." John laughed, "just teasing you, look I have enough stuff on my attic for you. I'll send Alfred and some men over tomorrow." "Thanks, that would be great. I don't need much, just a bed and a chair will do." "I'll give Alfred a call to see what we've got, can you be there tomorrow morning?" "Sure! Will you come too?" "Sorry Peter, you'll have to wait till Thursday night. I'll be in town the whole day for meetings and a business dinner, after that I can come over." "Sounds great, you spend the night here then! "I was hoping you'd say that, saves me booking a hotel. O, I did tell Alfred to arrange for a telephone for your place. Well got to go, see you Thursday." He was not sure how he would tell the news to Aunt Leonora, when he got home he was relieved that she wasn't in. He decided to go early to work, he just had to tell someone of his new place.