Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2005 11:25:11 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: Moving to the City

Place: Amsterdam
Year: 1921

Peter had his nose pressed against the window as the train slowly
entered the city.

He had never been in the city before. All his life he had lived in
a small country village, working at his parents farm. Life had been
good until his mother passed away. His father started drinking,
and many nights Peter had to get his father from the local bar. His
father started to neglect the farm, he was either drunken or
sleeping it off. Peter had been working hard to keep things going.
When his mother died Peter decided to leave his village, he wanted
to meet new people, do other things, somehow he felt different.
Last night he had to drag his father home again, his father started to
shout at him, trying to hit him in the face as Peter tried to get him
into bed. His father did not stop calling for more liquor. His
father got to his feet again, knocking Peter to the ground, his
father tried to stumble to the door, fell, and wet himself.
Peter got to his feet and looked down at his father, at that moment
he made up his mind, he would be leaving first thing tomorrow.

With the little money and the few cloths he had in a carton
suitcase he had left the farm early that morning. He had walked to
the next village, bought a train ticket and waited for the train.

Peter looked out of the window, he was impressed by the many houses
he saw, four or even five floors high, built right next to each
other. Slowly the train entered the station, the locomotive came to
a halt, filling the platform with steam. People were getting off
the train. Peter got his suitcase and left the train, a new life
was about the begin.

He walked the avenue leading from the station to the heart of the
city. He could not believe his eyes. So many people, big stores, cinemas
luxury hotels and trams, what a difference from his
home town. He had to find a place to sleep, but he knew that the
hotels he passed were too expensive, he turned some corners and
left the the busy main streets. He walked over the canals with
their big old houses, crossed some bridges till he came in a
neighbourhood where the houses were more run down and the people
dressed less fashionable. Children were running around the streets.

Peter entered a cafe and ordered a coffee. It was a noisy place,
all the people seem to know each other and were talking and laughing.
"Hey, you are not from around here" a old man next to him said.
"No, that's right" Peter answered, "just arrived today, I am
looking for a place to sleep".
"Hang on" the man said, "maybe I know someone" he looked around the cafe.
"there she is, ask Limping Leonora, maybe she has a bed vacant"
pointing to an old lady in the corner, drinking gin.
"Thanks" Peter walked over to the woman.
"Hello Madam, I am looking for a room, maybe you can help me?"
The lady gave him a broad grin.
"You hear that!, he is calling me madam, what does he think I am,
the bloody Queen?"
She took a sip of her gin, "just call me aunt Leo, and yes I
have a bed vacant".
"That is great!" Peter said, "how much?"
The woman mentioned the price, which was not too expensive, Peter agreed.
"Well then, just buy me another gin and I will show you your
room then, hope you don't mind sharing a room?"
"No, not at all".
"You can have breakfast and dinner too, that will cost you some
extra, though."
"That is alright".
Peter ordered a gin and a beer.
"Cheers then".

After the drinks Peter followed the woman to her home, no wonder
why she is called Limping Leonora. Although she limped badly she walked
with great speed. They entered the house, Peter followed her up the narrow
stairs to the top floor, the room was not that big, there were two
beds and two wardrobes, and a small table and a sink.
"Here you are, dear, the left bed is for you. the other one is
Jack's, toilet is downstairs and dinner is around seven".
"This will do fine, thanks".
"What is your name?"
"O, sorry, it is Peter".
"Fine, well leave you to unpack, dear, do you have a job?"
"No, not yet, just arrived this morning"
"You can try the green-market in the morning, they always can use
strong lads like you, and by the way, you have to pay in advance,
dear".
Peter handed her a week rental. She thanked him and left the room.

Peter unpacked his suitcase and hang the few clothes in the
wardrobe. Yeah, he had to find some work, tomorrow he would go to
the green-market, but first he wanted to explore the city.

Peter walked for a long time, still surprised how busy the city
was. He was now in a area close to the harbour. Sailors speaking
languages he never heard and girls showing too much skin were
walking the streets. Some girls even smiled at him and asked him to
buy them a drink. He had never been interested in girls so he just
shook his head and walked on. Peter went into a bar and sat down, a
waiter hurried to him and asked him what he liked. He ordered a
beer, which cam swiftly. The bar was crowded and noisy, a well
dressed man sat next to him at his table. The man smiled at him
while he took a sip of his drink. Peter smiled back at this
friendly man. He felt the man pressing his leg to his. He did not
know how to react and looked the other way, but he did move his
leg, it felt good in a way.
"What is your name?" the man asked.
"Peter".
"That is a coincidence, mine is Peter too, I have not seen you here before".
"That is right, just arrived this morning" Peter replied, looking
into the friendly face of the man. He was well dressed and around
forty, a businessman, Peter thought.
"You want to earn a little money" the man asked as he increased the
pressure to Peter's leg.
Peter did have to think long, the money he had was not lasting very long.
"Sure" he replied.
"Just wait a second" the man said. He walked over to the barkeeper
and talked to him, the barkeeper looked at Peter and said something
to the man.
Man called Peter too came back "come on, follow me".
Peter followed the man, through a door behind the bar they went
upstairs and entered a small room.
The curtain were half drawn, there was an old mattress on the floor
and a chair. The man reached into his pocket and gave Peter a few
coins. He took of his coat. The man was standing very close to
Peter, he could feel his breath in his face, the man took
Peter's hand and placed it on his crotch. Peter withdrew his hand
instantly as he felt the man's hard cock.
The man smiled "don't be afraid" he said, and again he took Peter's hand.
This time Peter did not move his hand, instead he squeezed a bit
bringing a wide smile on the man's face, he felt his own cock
stirring in his trousers.
"Why don't you get naked" the man said in a husky voice.
Peter hesitated, but he thought of the money the man had given him
and he was getting turned on himself. He pulled down his suspenders
and took off his shirt.
The man ran his hands over his smooth chest.
"You look very nice".
Peter unbuttoned his fly but was still a bit shy to drop his pants.

The man moved his hands over his chest down into his trousers,
feeling his hard cock.
"Mmm, you are a big boy" he said as he pulled out Peter's cock.
Feeling the man's warm hand on his cock Peter realised that he
wanted this for so long.
Without hesitation now, Peter let his pants drop to the floor.
The man cupped his balls and started to jerk Peter's cock slowly.
"Get mine out too".
Peter undid the man's fly and pulled his trousers down. a hard big
cock freed itself with big hairy balls hanging down.

"Touch it, please".
Peter did what he'd been asked. slowly rolling down the foreskin.
With big eyes Peter saw how a drop of fluid dripped down to the
floor. The man laid his hands on Peter's shoulders and pushed him
down.
Peter was now on his knees staring straight at the hard dripping
cock. The man pushed Peter's head and with his other hand guided his
cock to Peter's mouth. In a reflex Peter opened his mouth and felt
the warm rod entering his mouth. The man pushed his cock further.
Peter gagged a few times but the man just kept on pushing. The cock
was now hitting the back of his throat and Peter's nose was buried
in the man's bush. Peter inhaled deep through his nose, smelling
the man's sweaty scent. He started to thrust his hips, banging his
big hairy balls to Peter's chin. Peter licked the head and sucked
hard on the man's cock. He liked the taste of that big cock, and
sucked on it eagerly.

The man moaned loudly, still with the cock deep in his throat Peter
looked up at the man. He had his back thrown back in his neck, one
hand was under his shirt playing with his nipple while the other
hand was on Peter's head. Peter took the man's balls in his hands
and started to roll them around, giving small squeezed in the soft
skin. The man increased his speed, fucking Peter's mouth faster.

Peter saw how the man's body started to shake, the cock thickened a
bit while he felt the balls in his hands retreat. The man let
out a loud cry and thrust  his hips in Peter's face. The cock
all-most choked Peter, he quickly took some deep breaths through his
nose. He felt warm sperm hitting the back of his throat, his mouth
was being flooded, the man did not stop moaning and ramming his
cock in his mouth, cum was spilling out of his mouth, Peter
swallowed but did not manage to take it all.

The man looked down on Peter, he withdrew his cock held it in his
hand and told Peter to lick it off. Peter ran his tongue over the
head, cleaning the head, running his tongue just under
the head, the man squeezed his dick, a small drop of sperm dripped
out of the split on his tongue.
The man pulled up his trousers and told Peter that he had done a great job.

Peter got to his feet and want to pull up his trousers.
The man saw his rock hard dick.
"Why don't you take care of yourself".
"That is all right" Peter said as he pushed his hard cock back in
his trousers.
The man gave Peter a few coins and told him he wanted to see him cum.
Peter let his trousers drop again, he knew that only a few wanks
would make him blow his load.
He took his cock in his hand and started to jack. The man urged him
to shoot and dropped to his knees, sticking out his tongue under
Peter's cock. Peter groaned and pushed his hips forward he, knew
that he was about to shoot, he rested his cock on the man's tongue
and saw his cum shooting in the man's mouth.
The man closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of fresh hot
sperm in his mouth. Peter thrust  his cock into the mouth, feeling
the man's hot tongue licking his head.

There was a knock on the door.
"We'd better go now" the man said. They dressed quickly, the man placed a
quick kiss on Peter's lips.
"Thanks" and left the room in a hurry.
A sailor and a boy entered the room as Peter walked out.

Once outside Peter looked at the name of the bar and on the street
sign, better remember this place he thought.

Auntie Leo had made a nice stew, simple but tasteful.
"So where is Jack" Peter asked.
"He works odd times, works in the harbour you know, unloading
ships, hard to tell when he'll be finished".
After dinner Auntie Leo went to the cafe again. Peter took a stroll
round the neighbourhood, the streets still crowded with all kinds
of people. It was getting dark and he decided to go home.

He laid in his bed, trying to get to sleep, but his head was to
full of all the things he had seen and done today. He felt his cock
started to get hard as he thought back to this afternoon, how easy had he
earned that money, and he had liked it too. He heard Auntie Leo
walking up the stairs with her limp leg, humming a song. He liked
her too, a simple but earnest woman. Yes, I did not regret that he
had left his home. He drifted off to sleep.

Peter was awakened by the banging door. He opened his eyes a bit
and saw a big man entering the room. For a few seconds he wondered
where he was and who that man could be, but it all came back to
him, that must be Jack he thought. With his eyes half closed he
watched the man pulling off his shirt. A smell of sweat filled the
room. Jack farted, as he hang up his shirt he noticed the other bed
being occupied. He looked down at Peter. Slowly Peter opened his
eyes.
"Sorry to have awakened you" Jack said, "didn't know you were here".
"No problem, I'm Peter" he said as he looked up to Jack's hairy broad chest.
"Hi, I'm Jack, if you don't mind we talk later".
"Sure, tired myself" Peter yawned.
"Goodnight" Jack said.
"Night", Peter closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep. He
heard Jack kicking off his shoes and a belt being unbuckled.
Through his half open eyes he watched Jack pulling down his pants.
He had big solid legs covered with thick black hairs. Jack turned,
his underpants were a bit too loose, Peter saw his penis moving
around as Jack walked over to the sink. Jack turned on the water
and rinsed some on his face. Jack dried off his face and pulled
down his underpants. Peter's eyes were wide open now. His ass was
covered with thick black hairs too, Jack bent over a bit to scratch
his leg, a huge pair of balls hung down between those solid legs.
Jack went into to bed and started to snore the minute he hit his
pillow. Peter gave his hard cock a few wanks, enough to make his
cum shoot over his belly. He licked it all up and went to sleep
again.

There was a knock on the door. Peter was wake right away. Auntie
Leo's head appeared round the door.
"Pst, Peter".
"Yes, what's the matter".
"You have to get up if you want to make some money" she said softly.
"Okay, thanks".
"I've made you some sandwiches, there on the table, well, I am of
to bed again, see you".
"Thanks". Peter got of bed. Looked over at Jack. He was still
sleeping, he laid on his back, one arm above his head. He looked
massive, the sheet just laid a bit below his navel, through the
sheet Peter could see the clear outline of his cock, resting on one
of his legs. He was tempted to withdrew the sheet. His hand was
already half way down. No, he shouldn't, just suppose he would
awakened Jack, and he had to leave anyway. Peter got dressed
quickly, and went down stairs. On the table there were two
sandwiches cut thick with a cheese. He grabbed them and while
eating them he hurried out of the house.

He walked the empty streets, the green-market was only a few blocks
away. When he arrived some guys were already waiting. There was a
overseer, Peter walked over to him and gave his name. This was the
place where the farmers from out of town would sell their potatoes
and vegetables to the greengrocers of the city. The farmers would
arrive in their fully packed boats, Peter's job was to unload the
goods and bring them to the greengrocer buying them. The first
greengrocers arrived, most with a horse drawn carts, some with
handcarts. The first boats moored.

Within 15 minutes the place was busy, buying and selling in a rapid
speed, Peter and the other men were running around with crates from
the boats to the carts. Soon the first greengrocers left, having
bought enough for the day. Most boats were empty with in half an
hour when the last greengrocer left.
There were some boats left with little potatoes or vegetables.
A church bell stroke 7.30 AM.
"Market is closed!!" the overseer shouted.
The remaining farmers got off their boats, the men quickly went on
and removed the remaining vegetables and potatoes. Once back of the
quay, one of the man started to divide the unsold goods. Peter was
giving an arm full. I took his shirt out of his pants and dropped
the goods in there. The overseer paid every man his money. Peter
looked at it, it was not much, but the work had been easy and quick
he thought. Most of the farmers went into the nearby bar. The men
went their way. Just as Peter was leaving, with his shirt as a kind
of basket, a man, dressed as a chauffeur approached him.
"Good morning, you are new here" the stranger said.
"Yes I am".
"It looks like you are used to hard work". The man said as he
looked at Peter's torso.
"Yeah, I am, why?"
The man gave him a smile. "we could use some strong boys like
yourself, are you free this afternoon?".
"Maybe" Peter answered.
"Off course it will be in your own interest, if you are".
"You got a job for me then".
"Yes, maybe, here is the cart, 2.00 AM, be there".
As Peter had his arms full, the man put it in his pocket of his pants.
"Nice, well see you this afternoon then", the man smiled.
The man turned and walked over to his car.

Once home, Peter handed the potatoes and vegetables to Aunt Leo.  She was
so pleased with them kissing Peter on both his cheeks.  He went upstairs to
this room, Jack was already gone, he looked at the cart. It was a simple
white cart, the only thing printed on it was the address. It was one of the
grand canals.

end of chapter one.