Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 16:27:02 -0500 (EST)
From: mitchmulder@lycos.com
Subject: moving to the city-23

Peter took a deep breath and rang the bell. At once the door was opened and
Richard hurried him in.

"Hey, take it easy", Peter said when Richard started to open his shirt, "I
know!"

Quickly Peter got naked and handed his clothes over to Richard.

"I don't like this at all!" Peter said.

"O, yes you do! You like cock and money, so this is the best place to be,
now get inside!" With a loud smack on his bottom Peter was pushed into the
parlour.

It was already crouded, the air was thick with smoke and body odeur. Peter
moved between the men, some of them were already naked, some only from the
waist down, their hard cocks sticking out. He saw Gerard, naked on his hand
and knees, being fucked in his ass while two guys tried to get their dicks
into his mouth at the same time. The master had been right some of the
clients were fucking eachother. He felt hands touching him, pulling at his
cock and balls. A big hand landed on his shoulder and he was forced down to
the floor, a hard cock was smacked into his face.

"Suck it!" The man placed his hand in the back of Peter's head.

Peter opened his mouth and the cock was rammed in, he gagged as he tasted
the ass juices of another guy. He man started to fuck him in his mouth,
quickly Peter sucked him, rolling his tongue over the head, hoping that the
man would cum quickly.

"Not so fast!" the man yelled and withdrew.

When the cock slipped out another hand pulled the cock away. Peter stood up
and hurried over to the bar.

The master greeted him and offered his a beer.

"No thanks, I need something stronger, a brandy please."

The master gave him a look.

"Yeah, yeah I know, you're gonna deduct it from my earnings. Fine!"

As soon as the master had poured the drink, Peter emptied it at once. He
felt the drink burning itsw way down to his stomach. At once he felt more
relaxed and seeing all those naked and half naked guys even turned him
on. He put the glass down at the bar. "Better get to work" he said to the
master, who gave him a smile.

He turned around facing the parlour and looked around. Then the door opened
and Richard showed another guest in. The new guest was big and broad
shouldered, a black moustache covered his upper lip, he had thick black
hair greying at the temples, he was in his early forties. He wore a dark
grey suit. The guest did not even look around, his eyes were directly upon
Peter. Peter could not help himself he got up from the bar stool. And
started to walk over. The man did the same, not paying any attention of the
action that surrounded him. In the middle of the room they met. Peter had
to look up to the man's face and returned the smile.

"Hi, I'm John" the man said in a deep low voice.

"Peter".

John laid his big hand in the small of Peter's back and pushed hard against
him, he bent down and pushed his lips onto Peter's. Peter did not hesitate
and opened his mouth, he felt John's tongue exploring his mouth, his cock
was getting hard, he put his arms around the big shoulders and kissed him
back passionately. There was such an energy, such a strength coming from
this guy!

John was wearing a wool suit, it tickled Peter'naked flesh, he could feel
John getting hard. Peter pressed his body firmer against him, rubbing his
cock against the wool of the suit. He put his hand under John's jacket and
let his hand wander over John's chest and stomach. John let out a sigh when
Peter rubbed the palm of his hand over the outline of his cock. Peter could
feel it was huge, long and thick, hidden in John's trousers. He moved his
hand back up and unbuttoned John's shirt, he ran his hand through the thick
black hairs covering John's stomach and chest till he found the big
nipples. The were hard and really sticking out of the hairs, Peter pulled
on, them first carefully, but when he hurt John grunting he really pulled
hard on them.

"Mmmm, yeah, that's nice!" John said and pushed Peter mouth on on of them.

Peter sucked on it, feeling it getting even bigger. John let out a low
grunt. Peter started to nibble and was soon really chewing on it. John
rubbed his crotch against Peter's naked body, with on hand he held Peter's
head in place his other hand laid on Peter's ass, pushing him firmer
agianst him.

Peter managed to get his hand between their bodies, and started to open
John's fly, he let his hand slip into the trousers, he squeezed John's
large cock through his underwear, which was getting damp.

John pushed Peter downon his knees and started to rub his crotch in his
face.

Peter inhaled the heavy manly scent coming from the open fly. He heard John
removing his belt and undoing his trousers completely. Peter pulled them
down and ran his tongue over the still covered cock and balls.

"Yeah, boy all for you."

Peter took down John's underwear revealing the most perfect set of balls
and cock he had ever seen. The cock stood proudly upright, thick and veiny,
the head was totally covered with foreskin, 10 or maby even 11 inches. The
balls were big too, hanging low and heavy, one lower than the other, the
sack was covered with thick black hairs. Peter put both his hands around
the base of the cock and admired this perfect meat for a few seconds. He
then pulled back the skin, a nice purple mushroom head appeared, the piss
slit opened and precum oozed out. Peter let it fall on his tongue and the
licked the whole head, making sure he licked all the precum. He opened his
mouth as far as possible as John pushed his cock into his mouth. Peter had
some trouble taking the cock into his mouth, he had to gagg a few time, but
he needed the take as much as possible afterall and he had
experience. Finally he felt the head touching the back of this throat,
maybe three quaters he had managed to shove down. His own cock was rock
hard and dripping. John started to move his hips, slapping his huge balls
against his chin.

It was big and his jaws started to ache, but Peter loved, as he was being
face fucked his mouth drooled with precum, he had never met a guy that
produced so much. He laid his hand on John's naked ass and urged him to
fuck his throat faster. He could only imagine how it would feel to be
fucked in his ass with this tool. From the corner of his eyes he saw a hand
making a move to John's chest.

"Piss off!", John said and the stranger left.

John started to fuck him faster, Peter grabbed the heavy balls that were
slapping his chin. He rolled them around in the palm of his hand, they
reminded him of the bull of a neighbouring farm. He pulled them down.

"Yeah, that's it!" John cried out.

Peter pulled harder.  With both his hands behind Peter's head John pushed
his face into his cotch. For a moment Peter thought he would suffocate and
panicked when he felt John's pubes tickling his nose. He had actually
John's whole dick shoved down his throat. He felt the veins swelling up,
John's body flexed. His face was now locked, he could not move an inch, he
heard John grunting while his lips were stretched to the limit. His throat
was flooded with warm hot cum, it filled his mouth and dripped out on his
chest and floor. John released his head but kept on fucking him in his
mouth. With every thrust more cum spurted into his mouth.

Finally John withdrew and pulled Peter up to his feet, he pressed his lips
hard on Peter's. Peter opened his cum soaked mouth and felt John's tongue
roaming his mouth, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

John started to jack him slowly, his lips moved to his chest and chewed his
nipples. Peter moaned softly, he giggled a bit when he felt John's warm
tongue in his armpit.

"Cum, cum for me."

"Yeah, I'm so close", Peter answered.

John turned Peter around, with his hand across his chest he pinched Peter's
nipple hard, pulling it away form his chest, while he pressed him hard
against himself.

Peter cried out in joy, he felt the wet warm cock pressed against his ass,
John thrusted his hips forward, a man quickly crawled in front of him, just
in time to catch Peter's sperm on his tongue.

Peter rested back to John strong body. He was unaware of things going on
around him, he only felt John strong body and felt his warm lips in his
neck. For how long they stood like this he didn't know, nor did he care. At
last John turned him around again and gave him a loud kiss on his lips.

"Come on, let's have a drink." John suggested and pulled up his trousers.

John took Peter's hand and together they walked over to the bar.

The Master greeted John warmly and John asked what Peter would like to
drink.

"Ah, Peter, the same as before?" The Master asked and held up the most
expensive bottle of cognac up.

Before Peter could answer, the Master poured him the drink.

"The same for me, please." John said.

The Master smiled and poured a second glass.

John held up his glass, "you're amazing.", and gave Peter a quick kiss on
his lips.  "I want to see you again, how about tomorrow morning?"

Peter could not believe it, he just nodded.

"Fine then." John said and leaned over to Peter, "room 215 at the Amstel
Hotel."

John finished his drink in one gulp and got up.. "See you tomorrow morning
then, at eight."

He gave Peter a wink and drew his wallet. The Master whispered something in
John's ear and he handed a couple of notes.

Peter watched John walking out of the room. What a man! Peter thought, and
staying in the Amstel Hotel, the city's most expensive hotel. As soon as
the door closed behind John the Master coughed.

"Enough dreaming, my boy, time to get back to work."

"I guess so." Peter finished his drink and got up. Slowly he walked back to
the sweating crowd.

Hands touched his naked flesh, fingers penetrated his anus, a wet tongue
was pushed into his ear, a guy pinched his nipple hard. He closed his eyes
and let it just happen to him without feeling anything at all.


 Finally the evening was over, Richard dragged the last guest out of the
parlour, after he had paid the master.

Peter left together with the other boys, they had all earned a lot of
money, but Peter knew he had the most. After his regular pay, the master
had slippled a ten guiklder note in his hand.

"A tip, you know from whom." The master had just said.

Quickly he had put it in his pocket, he felt himself blush, this was too
much, really too much!

The other biys went out for a drink, but Peter had declined. He just wanted
to go home and sleep, he could not wait till tomorrow morning.


He alreadu could hear Auntie Leo snooring when he opened the front door,
tiptoeing he went up the stairs. Quietly he undressed, when he was naked
and jsu about to step into his bed, the light was turned on.

"Hey, there you are finally!"

"Hi Jack, sorry, thought you were already asleep. You've finished that
ship?"

"Yeah", Jack got a up and rested his head on his hand.

"Good!" Peter answered, "guess you're tired then."

"I am, but not that tired".  Jack answered and with grin he pulled away the
sheet, revealing his naked body, with his dick standing right up. "Come
here."

Peter walked over, Jack pursed his lips and Peter bent forward. Jack hands
glided over his body.

"Come on, sit on my cock, ride me." Jack said while a finger entered his
ass.

Peter spit in his hand and wetted Jack's cock head.

"Mmmm, yeah!"

Slowly Peter lowered his body, his cock reacted as Jack's cock slowly
entered him. They both moaned when Peter's buttocks touched Jack's balls.

Peter closed his eyes and started to move up and down, while jacking off
his now own hard cock.

"Yeah, baby, yes! Love you! Yes, nice deep and fast."

While he felt Jack's hands over his chest and legs he could only think of
John, how it would feel being fucked by him. The thought alone made him
edge and when he heard Jack grunted he imagined it was John.

Jack's movement became faster, hitting his prostate with his cockhead over
and over again.

"Oh fuck!" Peter cried out, he shot his thick warm load all over Jack's
chest.

Jack pushed his hips upward faster and moaned aloud, Peter felt his cock
spewing its load deep inside of him.

"O, man! That was hot!" Jack said and wrapped his big arms around Peter,
puliing him on top of him so he could kiss him deeply.

Peter returned the kiss but felt quilty at the same time.

Jack's cock had gone soft and plopped out, like a kind of signal.

"Better get some sleep." Jack said.

"Sure, pretty tired myself." Peter answered, and got off the bed.

"Been a busy night for you?"

"Yeah, with all those farmers in town, the restaurant was packed. And you
know how much farmers eat!"

Jack stretched his arms and yawned, "Well as long as the leave you a good
tip."

"Yeah, can't complain, Goodnight, Jack". He bent over and kissed Jack on
his lips.

"Night, Peter."

Before he had reached his bed, Jack was snooring aloud.