Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 14:10:54 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: moving to the city-6

Peter woke up as Jack closed the door a little to loudly.
"What's the time?" he asked still a bit sleepy.
"Just around two".
"You'd better get some sleep, you'll have to get up early tomorrow morning".
"no that's all right, I feel so much alive" Jack said as he started
to undress,  "so much great ideas".
In just in briefs he got down to his knees next to Peter's bed.
"Believe me Peter, everything will be better in the near future".
"Yeah, sure" Peter rolled over to his side and closed his eyes
again, wanting get back to sleep and back to his dream again.
Jack started to tickle him, "Come on, don't you want to hear our
thoughts, our goals".
"yeah yeah, maybe in the morning, and stop that".
Peter tried to push Jack's hands away, Jack got hold of both his
hands and wrestled a bit with him.
Peter was no match for Jack although he did his best, Jack was soon
on top of him, tickling him in his sides.
"Please stop it!" Peter said between his laughs.
Jack pushed his body down, locking Peter under him.
"Just think" Jack said, "if no company has to make a profit, all
the people could get earnest wages and the prices can go down, so
that we all could get what we needed".
"That would never work" Peter answered.
He felt felt Jack pushing hips a bit more forward, he could tell
that Jack was hard, even through the sheet and blanket blanket
Peter could feel it.
"O yes it would!" Jack said, and started ticking Peter again.
"Okay, okay!" Peter shouted.
Jack stopped, for a brief moment they looked in each other eyes,
their heads moved nearer, their lips parted. With the tips of their
tongues touching, Jack pressed his mouth full on Peters. Their
tongue exploring each others mouth. Peter put his arms around
Jack's broad shoulders and pulled him down. Jack pulled the blanket
and sheets away, his hands roaming Peter's naked chest till he
found his hard nipples.
Peter let out a sigh as his nipples were squeezed hard, he drove
his nails deep in Jack's shoulders. With their hard cocks pressed
together, Peter raised his legs and wrapped them around Jack's
hips.
"O, baby" Jack moaned.
Peter's hands moved over Jack's back till he reached the waistline
of his underpants, instead over lowering them he pulled them up as
far as he could.

Jack gave a groan as the cotton stretched around his balls and his
his crack, the tip of his cock freed itself and Peter could feel a
drop of wetness landing on his belly.
"O man, fuck me!" Peter whispered.

Jack hooked the elastic behind his balls, his hard manhood was now
pressing against Peter's balls.
"You're so fucking hot" Jack said as he pushed his tongue deep in
Peter's mouth.
Peter lifted his ass a a bit till he could feel the head of Jack's
cock against his opening.
With his hands he pushed down Jack's hips and spread his legs a bit
wider, Jack pushed forward and without any difficulty Jack's cock
head slided into Peter.
They both gave a cry of pleasure.
With their lips pressed together, Jack started to fuck Peter.
They both wanted it and needed it, the fucking was hard, Jack
thrust hard and deep, Peter met his moves with lifting his hips up.
Peter's hand was now pushing hard on Jack's head sucking in his
tongue as far as he could, then he moved his hands to the muscular
shoulders.

The bed creaked and bounced on the wall every time Jack plunged his
cock in Peter's ass. Both of them sweating, both of them reaching
their orgasm fast.
Peter could not hold back any longer, with his arms wrapped around
Jack's neck he lifted himself, pressing  his body to Jack's chest,
crying of joy into Jack's ear, his cock was rubbing against his
hairy belly.
"O yes!" Peter shouted as his cock started to explode, spewing cum
between their bodies. His ass locked itself around Jack's cock.
Jack grunted gave out a cry and shot his sperm in Peter's ass.
Holding on to each other they shot their loads.

Finally Jack let himself fall on top of Peter. With his dick buried
in Peter's ass, Jack placed little kissed on Peter's head and neck,
while Peter softly stroke Jack's back.
Peter wanted to go to sleep like this, with Jack's body on top of
him, but Jack pulled his cock out, kissed him and went back to his
own bed.

"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sweetie, anything".
They were both in their own bed, although the room was dark, Peter
could see that Jack sat up and looked at him.
"Are you a homosexual?"
Jack laughed.
Peter waited for an answer, "well are you?"
Jack stopped laughing.
"Look, Peter, this, what we did, means nothing".
"What do you mean!".
"Look, we were both horny, and hey, we just helped each other
out, nothing more" Jack said, "now go to sleep".
Jack turned around facing the wall.
Peter still sat up and was staring at Jack.
"Jack?"
"Go to sleep" Jack replied, "and don't speak of this anymore".

Peter rested his head on his pillow and stared at the ceiling.
'Horny?' he thought, 'no, it was more then that, well at least for
me, I had longed for Jack'.
He sat up again and stared at the shape in the other bed, 'yes' he
said to himself, 'this is more than just being horny'.

When Peter woke the following day, Jack had already left.
He got dressed and ate his breakfast. It was a nice warm day, he
took his money and headed for a bank where he opened an account to
deposit his money. At first he was treated a bit awkward till he
said he wanted to open an account.

He drank some coffee at one of the terraces on the Rembrandt-square,
looking at the people passing by. Just as he ordered a second cup,
a good looking man sat himself down at the next table. While the man
studied the menu Peter looked the man over, a business man, Peter
told himself that he should buy a suit like that too. The man had
short blond hair, a moustache and was in a good shape. For a short
moment their eyes met, the man looked over the edge of the menu,
and Peter found himself staring in the deepest blue eyes he had
ever seen.
He felt a stir in his balls as the man stared back at him, half of
the man's face was still half covered by the menu, when the man
dropped the menu he smiled. Just as Peter was about to return the
smile, the waiter brought him his coffee. Standing between the two
tables the waiter turned and asked the man what he would like.
'Shit' thought Peter as his vision was now fully blocked by the fat
ass of the waiter. 'Maybe it is for the best' Peter thought, 'the
man could be a police officer, he had learnt from one of the boys
that the square and the little park in the middle was a well known
place for men looking for boys and that frequently police officers
arrested the boys.

Peter drank his coffee and enjoyed the sun on his head, the man had
ordered a coffee and a sandwich, which the waiter brought quickly.
As Peter drank his coffee he could feel the man looking at him,
Peter lowered himself a bit in his chair, he rolled up his sleeves
and pushed his crotch a bit up. Still he felt the eyes of the man,
he looked over and the man gave him a little smile. Peter rested
his head back on the back on the chair, and closed his eyes, feeling
the warmth of the sun on his skin. He slowly opened his eyes just a
bit, and looked through his eye lashes, the man next to him drank
his coffee and was still looking at him. Peter let his hand go over
his chest and adjusted his semi hard cock, if it was a police
officer he could always say that he was just enjoying the sun.

"Excuse me" he heard the man say.
Peter opened his eyes and straigthened up.
"Is this chair taken?".
"No", it's free".
"You mind if I join you, since we are both alone....".
"Sure" Peter said, "would like that".
The man sat down, "Ah, see you have finished you coffee too, I
think it is time for a nice cold beer, you want to join me?".
"Yes, it is such a fine weather, why not".
The man ordered two beer, and introduced himself as Marcel. He told
Peter he was for business in Amsterdam, and that he just had a
successful meeting.
"Yeah, I concluded a very important deal, tonight we will conclude
the transaction with a dinner, and tomorrow I will be off back
home".
"And were will that be?" Peter asked. He liked hearing the man's
voice, it had a strange accent.
"Cologne".
"O, Germany, that is a long way, and, Marcel, you speak our
language very well".
Peter felt his cock reach full erection as the man smiled broadly,
his trousers getting to tight.
"Thanks Peter, I travel a lot to Amsterdam and Rotterdam, so yeah I
picked up some of the language".
"Where are you staying?" Peter blurted out, regretting it the
second he said it.
"At that hotel" the man pointed across the square at the big Hotel Schiller.
"Looks nice".
"It is, very nice room, and ....... a very soft bed"
"Well, who could ask for more" Peter said, as he spread his legs a
wider, till his leg touched the hem of Marcel's trousers.
"Indeed", Marcel looked down on Peter's crotch, and pushed his leg
against Peters.
Peter increased the pressure, Marcel looked into Peter's eyes.
"Would you like to see?".
Without waiting for an answer, Marcel called over the waiter and
paid both Peter's and his own bill.

Together the crossed the square and entered the hotel,
Over thick carpets the walked to the elevators.
"Six please" Marcel said the lift-boy.
Peter was very impressed, and realised that this was the first time
he was in an elevator. During the ride up, Marcel stood very close
to him, suddenly he felt Marcel's hand on his ass.
"Very nice" Marcel said.
Peter did not dare to say anything, afraid the lift boy would react.

They got off and walked the corridor to the room.
Before Marcel opened he turned and took Peter in his arms, kissing
him deeply.
Peter sucked the tongue in and pressed his body against Marcel.
Marcel turned the key, and still kissing, they entered the room.
Marcel broke off the kiss.
"Get naked".
Peter started to unbutton his shirt as Marcel followed every move
of his hands.
He threw his shirt on a nearby chair.
"Very nice" Marcel commented.
Peter kicked off his shoes and removed his socks.
Slowly he opened his zipper and pulled down his trousers.
"Really looks nice" Marcel said as he rubbed himself.
Peter stepped out of his trousers and kicked them away. His
underpants were tenting, slowly he pulled them down too, freeing
his hard cock.
Once fully naked, Marcel took a step and pressed Peter's naked body to him.
The wool of his suit ticked Peter all over, Peter could feel his
hard cock pressing to his.
Marcel bent down and took one of Peter's nipples in his mouth.
"Mmmm, yeah" Peter moaned, as Marcel licked it.
Peter took Marcel head in his hands, Marcel sucked harder, Peter
gave another groan as he felt Marcel teeth chewing on his nipple.
"Ouch, shit!" Peter let out, Marcel was now really biting his
nipple, it hurt but at the same time only turned him on even more,
Peter pushed his chest forward and pushed Marcel's head on to him.
He had to bite his lips in order not to cry out of the pain, he
liked the feeling and did not want it to end.
Marcel moved to his other nipple, Peter looked down on his nipple,
it really stuck out, it had never been so hard before. Soon he felt
a pleasurable pain in his other one. Marcel chewed on this one too.
Peter could not stop moaning and giving little cries of pain.
He felt Marcel's hand on his ass, pushing him closer.
Peter's hand were still on Marcel's head, one second he wanted to
push him away but the other he pushed him harder on his nipple.
Finally Marcel's mouth moved up and kissed him deeply. Peter's felt
his nipples burning and a shiver went through his body as they were
brushing against the hard fabric of Marcel's suit.
"On the bed" Marcel said and Peter felt himself falling, with
Marcel on top of him.
Marcel's hands pushed both of his arms up, and he started to lick
both Peter's pits.
"Mmmmmm!" as Peter pushed his cock up to Marcel, still Marcel
licked his pits, going from one to the other, holding his arms
stretched over his head.
Peter thought he was going crazy, his whole body tickled and was on
fire, 'o man' he thought, 'this feels so hot!'.
"You like it" Marcel brought his face up to Peter's.
"Hell yes!"
"Hang on", Marcel rumbled in the night stand and got a kind of
shoelace out, he winded it around Peter's wrist and tying it
together behind Peter's head to the bed frame.
"No, wait!" Peter shouted alarmed.
Marcel looked into Peter's eyes, "you don't want that?"
Peter hesitated.
"Look, just say 'stop' and I untie you, all-right?"
The thought of being tied up and at the mercy of Marcel, who he did
not know, was both scared and exciting.
"Promise?" Peter asked, staring at those blue eyes, even if the
answer would have been no, Peter wouldn't have told him to stop.
"Promise, just say stop".
"Okay then"
Marcel placed a kiss on Peter's lips, who now felt he could trust him.
Marcel took another shoelace and tied that around Peter's cock and balls.
"Trust me" he said, and another shoelace was tied around his balls.
"Ohh" Peter let out as Marcel tightened them.
His cock became deep red and looked bigger then ever before, every
vein became thicker.
Marcel squeezed Peter's nipples hard, Peter closed his eyes in
ecstasy, Marcel pulled harder almost lifting Peter up from the bed.
Just as Peter thought he was about to cry out, Marcel released his
grip and licked them both with his warm tongue.

With his nails Marcel circled around his nipples, then down over
his stomach to his rock hard cock. He placed a kiss on the deep
purple head, a thread of pre-cum hang between the head and the tip
of Marcel's tongue as he moved his mouth away. Marcel took Peter's
tied up balls in his hands, they were all red too, round and big as
never before. Marcel weighted them in his hand.
"Just beautiful" he remarked.
Suddenly, with his other hand Marcel hit Peter's balls.
Peter let out a cry.
Again his balls were hit.
Peter opened his mouth to stop Marcel, but the pain eased away very
quickly and he knew it was more the thought than the pain itself
that him almost made him say 'stop'.
Again, Marcel hit his balls. A sharp pain went through his body,
his cock oozed a big drop.
Peter was getting more turned on, he pushed his hips up, wanted to
feel another blow, this time his cock was hit.
Peter moaned loudly, Marcel hit his balls and his cock in turns.
Peter knew he would not take this any longer he had to cum.
"I'm cumming" he said.
Marcel stopped, "not just now".
He got up from the bed and walked away, lit a cigarette, and looked
outside, while slowly stroking him self through his trousers.
"Please" begged Peter, his balls felt so full, "I need to cum".
"Just one minute" Marcel answered as he inhaled deeply.

Finally Marcel had finished his smoke and walked over to the bed.
He gave Peter's cock a few squeezes and slapped his balls a couple
of times. Peter grunted and pushed his hips up. Marcel got up and
started slowly to undress. Peter liked what he saw, Marcel's chest
and legs were covered with a golden fur. Marcel stepped out of his
boxer, revealing a nice big hard cock with big head, his balls were
covered with blond hairs too and were hanging low.
Peter licked his lips, he wanted to taste that cock so badly. As if
Marcel could read his mind he sat on Peter's chest and slapped his
cock in Peter's face. Peter opened his mouth trying to suck the
cock in. At last Marcel put his cock in his mouth and pushed in,
hitting the back of Peter's troath.
"Yeah, boy, suck me, suck me good" pushing his cock in and out.
His heavy balls were slappping against Peter's chin.
Marcel's hand reached behind his back, squeezing Peter's cock.
"Come on, yeah that's it" he urged Peter, and slapped his balls again.
Peter moaned, his cock and balls started to hurt, he needed to cum so badly.
Marcel pulled his cock out and stepped off Peter, he grabbed his
boxers and pulled them over Peter's head. Peter's nose was at once
filled with a smell of a mixture of piss and Marcel's scent.
His legs were lifted up and spread wide apart. He felt Marcel
tongue licking his aching balls, Marcel moved down and pushed his
tongue deep into Peter's ass.
"Mmm, yeah" Peter moaned.
Soon the tongue was replaced by Marcel's dripping cock head, he
laid Peter's legs on his shoulder and pushed.
"Ohh" Peter moaned as he felt the thick head pressing his opening
apart, slowly but without stopping Marcel drove his cock in, he
pressed his body down, Peter spread his legs wider, locking Marcel
in.
Marcel started to move, pumping his cock into Peter's hot hungry
hole, crushing Peter's ball between their bodies.

Peter could not stop moaning as Marcel fucked him hard, he felt his
cum trying to get out of his balls, his hands were still tied above
his head, he pulled, he wanted to touch Marcel, drive his nails
deep into his shoulders. Through the fly of the boxers, Marcel
pushed his tongue, Peter sucked the tongue in, afraid it would
leave him, he locked it with his teeth.
Marcel moaned loudly, and thrust even harder, Peter's body tensed.
"Yessss!" he shouted, his balls erupted, shooting their load over
his stomach and chest, load after load, wetting them both.
Marcel threw his head in his neck and gave a deep roar, Peter felt
his ass being flooded with hot sperm, still his own cock was
shooting,and his ass milking Marcel's cock.

Marcel let himself fall on top of Peter and removed his boxers.
"Wow, man" he said, looking into Peter's eye, "you are hot!"
He pressed his lips onto Peter's and they kissed deeply, while
Marcel released Peter's hands.
Peter wrapped his arms around Marcel and pressed him closer.

"O, what a mess you made" Marcel laughed as he lifted his body a
bit up. Both of them were covered with Peter's cum. Marcel started
to clean Peter's chest and stomach with his tongue till he reached
the still hard cock of Peter. Softly he took it in his mouth and
ran his tongue over the sensitive head. At the same time he untied
the strings.
Peter gave a sigh as his cock and balls were freed. His cock
started to get softer as soon as it was freed, finally Marcel let
go of it and placed a kiss on its head as the semi hard cock rested
on Peter's balls.

"Think we both need a bath" Marcel said as he walked to the
bathroom to run the bath.
Peter ran his hands over his nipples which were a bit sore and over
his balls. They were very sensitive right now and very red. He had
not realised that pain could be such a pleasure too. He thought
back about the judge and all of a sudden he wondered how it would
feel to be spanked hard on his ass.

Marcel called him, he got up and walked into the bathroom, the
water was still running but Marcel already sat in the half full
tub.
"Come in".
Peter stepped in and rested his back against Marcel's furry chest.
Marcel started to wash Peter's chest with a sponge, and kissing him
in the back of his neck and on his ears.
Peter closed his eyes and rested his head on Marcel's shoulder, the
warm water felt really good on his aching balls and cock.
"Too bad that I'll have to go to that dinner" Marcel whispered in his ear.
Peter turned his head and gave him a kiss.
Marcel hand had found Peter's cock and fondled with it in the warm water.