Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2015 10:20:04 +0000
From: mitchmulder@lycos.com
Subject: Moving to the City-42

Chapter 42

Peter slept late that morning, at about ten he was awakened by the
doorbell. Quickly he put on a robe. When he opened the door he stared at
the biggest bouquet of flowers he had ever seen.

When the bouquet was pushed in his hands he finally saw who was behind
it.

"John! What's this?"

"I don;t have much time, but, Oh Peter, thank you so much! He gave Peter
a big loud kiss on his lips, almost squashing the flowers between them.
An hour ago Jan signed the contract!"

"Ah, that's great, come in. Let me put these in some water. You want
some coffee?"

"Coffee, coffee!? Who needs coffee!" John shouted, from behind his back
he revealed a bottle of champagne. "It's time to celebrate!"

"Nice way to start the day, let me get us some glasses." Peter replied
and hurried to the kitchen.

He filled a bucket with water and put the flowers in. "I don't think I
have a vase to put them in." He laughed and dived into a cupboard and
retrieved to wine glasses. "I do hope these will do."

John smiled, "just perfect." And with a loud pop he opened the bottle
and filled the two glasses.

"To you, Peter, cheers."

"You know Jan was almost hysterical, going on that he had the night he
had always dreamed off."

"Well, that's nice to hear." Peter answered while nippng his champagne.

"Don't know how you did it, but he just signed the contract. O, baby,
thank you so much."

With that he pushed his firm lips upon Peter's, pushed his tongue deep
inside. With one hand he loosened Peter's robe so that it felt wide
open, and pulled his naked body against his. His hand slided over his
back to his naked ass.

Peter kissed him back while his cock started to harden as it rubbed the
front of John's trousers.

John grabbed Peter's hand and guided him to the bedroom, kissed him
softly on his lips and.

The robe fell to the floor and John hands were all over him, Peter threw
his head back when John nibbled at his nipple. His hand went to John's
crotch, feeling his big cock hard and ready. John let out a sigh as
Peter squeezed his cock through his pants.

He pushed Peter down to his knees and opened his fly. His fat cock
sprang free right into Peter's mouth.

"Mmm, yeah, suck me." John moaned as his stared to pump his cock in and
out of Peter's mouth. "O man, wish I had more time." He pulled his cock
out. "Come on, Peter get your ass up, let's have a nice quick fuck."

Peter was hoisted up again and turned around, with his chest on the
matras, John spreaded his cheecks.

"You're always in a hurry!" Peter complained.

"I'll make it up to you soon, trust me." Saying that John pushed his wet
cock slowly into him.

"O, boy, your ass feel so fucking good!" He got hold of Peter's hips,
and started to fuck him hard and fast.

"O, fuck, slow down," moaned Peter, "you are in a hurry!"

This was going to fast for Peter, he had no time to adjust or to enjoy
it, before he knew it, John cried out and felt his warm seed in his
bowels.

"Sorry, Peter." John withdrew out and walked over to the kitchen. Peter
got up and followed him.

"I really make it up to you." John said, while he turned on the tap and
washed his cock. "and I will take care of that", pointing at Peter's
erection.

"Yeah sure, when?"

"Maybe this weekend. I'll let you know, promise." I dried off his cock
with a towel and put it back into his pants and buttoned up.

"Really have to go now, Peter." Placing a quick kiss on Peter's lips and
a smack on his naked ass he left.

"Great, just great!" Peter said.

"Read, I drafted a text for the add." Hans handed him a piece of paper.
"Allright If I made us some coffee?"

"Yeah sure." Peter sat down and started to read while Hans was busy in
the kitchen. After a while Hans returned with two cups of coffee.

"So what do you think?"

"I don't know." Peter replied, "it says that we are looking for some
extra cash."

"Yes, we are, aren't we."

"Sure, but it doesn't say we are looking for men."

"O, come on, everone will understand that ladies aren't looking for
sex."

"Secondly, it doesn't say it's only for during the daytime, oh and I
think you should state our ages."

"Well," Hans replied, "I think it's better not to state our ages, I
looked it up, and the age for guys to have sex with eachother is 21. We
both are younger so better not mentioned that."

"So, are you telling me that what we do in the evening is illegal?"

"Yes and no, the master has a private club, the clients pay a small
entrance fee, which is considered as a contibution for the club for one
evening. So being a private club one can do anyhting as long as they are
no cpmplaints."

"Wow, you really got into this. So, okay, no ages, but I think it should
say something like two healthy young men are looking to earn some money
during the day time. And it should say that we have a place of our own."


"Remember, Peter, we have to pay per letter."

For the next half hour or so they went over the text, finally they
drafted one which they both agreed on.

"Come on, let's get this one over to the paper so they can include it in
the next edition." Hans said.

The cleck went over the text counted the letters. He smiled and looked
up to the both of them, reading the text out loud.

"You two know what you're implying?"

"Yes, we do." Hans said.

They paid the costs and left. Outside the office they shook hands, "To
us, to our business!" Hans cheered. Peter smiled broadly, Hans was so
enthusiastic it was catching. "Come on let's have a drink!"

They went into the nearest pub ordered some beers and let their
imagination run free. After their forth beer they decided to switch to
jenever. Afterall, as Hans said, beer only made you piss a lot. They
grabbed a sandwich somewhere and went to work.

It started to rain when they left the pub and by the time they arrived
at work they were soaked.

Richard let them in, "let me get you two a towel so you can dry off. "

Richard returned with two towels, and looked displeased at the wet spot
they made on the floor. "Hurry, it's allready busy inside."

"Shit, I'm really soaked." Peter said, "I don't think a towel will
help."

Hans smiled, "let's get rid off these wet cloths and go naked." He
started to undress.

"Well, not a bad idea, but let's just wear our underpants!" Peter
replied as he started to undress too.

They put away their wet cloths, even their bodies were damp, they dried
off and in just their white underpants, which were a bit damp too, they
stepped inside.

It was indeed already busy, some men were drinking and talking to the
boys, while other were already kissing and groping.

Gerard, looked at them with his heavy made up eyes and shook his head,
"So common". He said, while taking a client īs hand and put it on his
knee, "If I īd known there would be a underwearparty, I īd worn some too."
He smiled at his guest and spread his knees a bit farther, so his
colorful dressing gown feel a bit open. The hand of the man moved a bit
up.

A hand waved at Hans, Hans smiled back, "See you later." He said to
Peter, and walked to the waving man.

"Give this boy a brandy!" A warm hand landed on his shoulder and Peter
looked up. A handsome guy, mid-forties he guessed, guided him to the
bar. "A brandy will warm you up."

Allthough Peter wasn't cold he just smiled and waited for the master to
fill up a glass.

"Cheers!" Peter said to the man.

The man lifted up his glass too , still with his other hand on Peter's
shoulder. While the made some small talk the hand lowered over his back.


"What's you name?"

"Peter, yours?"

"Call me William." The man smiled.

"Excuse me!" Gerard giggled, "Come daddy, you can put me to bed now."
Dragging a older man behind him.

"Hate those femine types." William said, he put his hand back on Peter's
back and pulled him closer, "I prefer a nice muscular body."

His hand moved further down, into his underpants. With his hand
squeezing his ass he pulled Peter thightly against him. "Nice firm ass,
you got boy, love that."

Peter smiled, "Mmmm, you're muscular too I feel." Pressing harder
against him.

William got hold of Peter's hand and placed it against his croth. "You
like that too?"

Peter squeezed hard, feeling a nice sized cock in those trousers. "Mmm,
Love it. Let's go upstairs."

In the room, William took down Peter's underwear and started to stroke
his cock, pulling down the foreskin, he kissed the tip and started to
suck him. Peter moaned and laid his hands on William's shoulders. Yes,
he needed this, wanted to cum so badly, ever since this morning, all
turned on my John, but again, no time to properly enjoy eachother,
slowly he started to move his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the
warm mouth. Fingers started to probe his ass and he was afraid he would
shoot too soon. He withdrew his cock and pulled William up. At once his
arms were lifted and William licked his pits, going from one to the
other. O, fuck! Peter thought, these guy is fucking hot. Peter moaned
loudly now, even louder when his nipples were pinched. This has to stop,
client cums first, clients cums first he repeated in his mind. "Let's
get you out of those cloths." He managed to say.

Within a minute Willianm stood naked in front of him, toned and hard.
William guided him to the bed and placed him on all fours with his ass
sticking up. A warm tongue licked around his ass opening, while his
cheecks were spread widely.

"Mmmm." Peter moaned as William pushed his tongue into him.

Peter went crazy, he pushed his ass back feeling warm wet tongue going
in deeper. "Yeah fuck me please."

William gladly obliged, pushing his firm cock deep insde of him and
started to fuck him, with long deep thrusts. Just when Peter thought he
could not take it anymore and was about to release, William pulled out
and made him lay on his back, with his legs high up William eneterd him
again.

William turned out to be a pro, he changed positions every time Peter
was getting too close. Peter was on his back, on his side, on his other
side, riding William, against the wall. Peter went crazy, yelling that
he wanted to cum, cum together.

"Fine, Peter, come on let's cum then!"

A few hard thrusts and they both cried out, both shooting a big load.

All sweaty an statisfied they laid on the bed side by side. "Wow, man,
that was hot." Peter said ans he laid a hand on William's chest.

"That was super!" William replied, "fucking hot ass you got."

There was a knock on the door.

"Yes, I'm fine, we will be down in a minute." Peter answered. He had
forgotton about the time. "Come on, lets get dressed and get down."

On the way out William gave Peter a tip, he almost didn't want to take
it, afterall he had as much fun as William had.

Downstairs, most boys had gone up with a guest, only a handful of men
were sitting at the bar, chatting with eachother or with one of the
remaining boys. Peter sat down too and ordered a beer, avoided the
stares of the guests. he just wanted te sit for a while and enjoying his
beer.

"Guess you got lots of stories to tell."

He looked at the guy asking him the question. "What kind of stories?"

"Well you know, what you do, upstairs, with men."

"O man, sure I could tell you a lot, but, eh, what happens upstairs
stays upstairs."

"Of course, but still.... I mean, no names, just the tell me what
happens, the details no names, just the horny pieces."

"Are you a reporter or something?"

"No, hell no, just want to hear what you do, what goes on here." The man
licked his lips and rubbed his crotch.

Easy, Peter thought, just tell him a few horny pieces and this man is
happy. "Sure, let's go to a room and I tell you all what you want to
hear." He leant a bit forward, "I'll tell you all about those big nice
cocks, cumloads, juicy asses, nice heavy balls....everything you want to
hear."

The man jump form his stool, 'Come on."

In the room, they sat on the bed, side by side. The man got his already
hard cock out of his fly. "Please tell me what you did this night."

Peter rested back on his elbows and started to tell, the man asked for
details, like how big was that cock, was he hairy or smooth. Soon Peter
understood that the man like hairy men with big cock, so he focused on
that, bringing more characters into the story, making up stories as he
went along.

The man stroked his cock faster, urging Peter to go on. He got up from
the bed, dropped his pants and laid back, stroking even fatser as Peter
was telling how he had been fucked at both ends by two hairy horny
sailors with the biggest dicks he had ever seen.

"Oh fuck, yes, let them fuck you, of hell yes!" The man cried out. "O
fuck!" He shot his load all over his belly, "go on!"

Peter kept on telling, seeing the man shooting all over himself.

"O man, the things you do!" He licked off his fingers and ask for a
towel.

Peter grabbed a cloth and cleaned the man's belly and cock.

"Thank you, that was great." He got up and pulled up his pants.

"Why only listen to those stories," Peter asked, "why not be a part of
them, you know, fuck me, or I can suck you, you got a nice cock, would
love to feel it inside of me sometimes, or I can fuck you, if you prefer
that."

The man looked at Peter, almost in shock, "What do you think I am! I'm
not a queer!"

He stormed out the room.

"Another happy customer?" Gerard said as Peter stepped outside the room.


"I don't understand men sometimes." Peter said as they both decended the
stairs.

"O baby, tell me about it, I don't even try anymore, ah, men!" He shook
his head and tightened the girdle of the dressing gown.