Date: Mon, 23 May 2016 12:36:25 +0000
From: mitchmulder@lycos.com
Subject: Moving to the City 45-46

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Chapter 45

"I do hope you didn't changed your mind about the costume, Sir?"

"No not at all, but my friend here need one too." Peter answered.

"Also Roman Empire, I guess, well like I said yesterday, we only have
two outfits left, the slave and the gladiator."

"Slave? I'm not going like a party like a slave, I'll take the
gladiator!" John said at once.

"I do hope it will fit you, one moment please, gentlemen. Eh, maybe you
can undress while I'll get the outfit?"

The assistant made alittle bow and hurried away while John went to the
fitting room and started to undress.

"Here we are, Sir." The assistant pulled away the curtain, John, in his
underwear and socks looked at the 'custome' the man was holding up.

"O God, I do hope that general or major or whatever he is, has the
heating on." John replied.

"Now this goes over your left shoulder and arm, please remove your
undershirt, Sir."

John sighed and pulled the shirt over his head, seeing the broad hairy
chest the assistant almost jumped. "Oh, Sir, I think this will suit you
just fine, the perfect body for a gladiator. Although the slave's outfit
will suit you also perfectly."

With a little help John got the shoulder and arm piece on. "Just
perfect, very muscular."

Peter just nodded, John looked impressive with the leather shoulder/arm
piece with spikes.

"Now the shorts!" The assistant almost shouted. And held up small
leather shorts with a prominent pouch. He looked down to John's
underpants, "I hope it's not too small, you'd better take those off
before you try these on." Pointing at John's underpants.

John grabbed the shorts, "God, you really love your work, don't you."
And shut the curtain.

Peter had to smile when he saw the disappoitment on the man's face.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked through the curtain.

"I guess so."

Peter opened the curtain, and saw John standing facing the mirror in the
fitting room, so he had a perfect look at John's back with the tight
leather shorts just covering his ass, his cock rose to attention. Next
to him he heard the assistant let out his breath.

John turned around, o hell he was impressive, the shorts bulged at the
right place. "I don't know, Peter..." John began.

"Perfect, just perfect!" The assistant let out, "A real gladiator, of
course the outfit will come with some sandals, better than those black
socks, and upstairs we'll have swords and stuff like that, but, o Sir,
you look perfect! I'll bet every one at that party wants to get down in
the arena with you!"

Peter looked at John at awe. "I have to agree, you look just perfect."

"Hang one!" and the assistant ran off.

"God, John, you look hot!" He took John's hand and laid it on his
crotch, "your fault."

John smiled and squeezed Peter's erection. "Slow down, Peter, this pouch
is already too small."

"Here we are, just a little something to make it all complete." The man
sank to his knees in front of John, not taking his eyes of the pouch. He
managed to put a leather strap a around John's thigh and pushed a small
wooden knive between the strap and his thigh. "Now you're really a
gladiator!" He stepped back and admired Jon, "You're sure the shorts
fit?" and reached out with his hand to check.

"Yes, it fits just fine." John replied and pushed the man's hand away.

After getting some sandals, which the assistant insisted to help John
put them on, they paid the rental fee.

"What a creep!" John said once they were outside.

They had some drinks in a bar near the Leidseplein and moved to a nearby
reataurant to have a early dinner before they headed home.

"At what time does this party starts?"

"I guess between eight and nine."

"Maybe we should get dressed, you know, to get in the mood." John
suggested.

"Sure, gladiator!"

They stripped down and Peter first put on his jockstrap.

"Wow, very sexy!"

"You like it?" Peter asked wiggling his bare ass at John.

"Mmm, very much! It looks great!"

Quickly Peter put on his outfit, John helped him to tie the straps of
his chest armour. Once they were fully dressed they looked at eachother.


"Your look hot!" they said at the same time.

They laughed, and walked to eachother. "You've ever been fucked by a
gladiator?"

"Isn't that every Roman's dream?" Peter replied as he laid his hand on
John's pouch, feeling his hard cock through the leather. "No wonder why
gladitors were so popular in Rome."

"As a soldier you need to follow orders, don't you?"

Peter just sighed as his lips were parted by John's tongue and he felt
his hand running over his barr buttocks. He pressed his leather chest
piece hard against John's bare chest while he lowered the waistband of
the leather shorts. "You know gladitors were slaves too, well I guess
they were, so I order you to fuck me, gladiator!"

"With pleasure!, centurion!"

John didn't waste time, he wet his cock with spit and drove it all the
way in Peter's hungry ass. They fucked hard and quick, Peter holding his
hands against the wall and pushed his ass back. His cock was freed from
the tight jockstrap and with the band hooked behind his balls John
jerked him in the same beat as he fucked his ass. Fast and without
mercy. Soon the both of them were crying out. Peter shot his load
against the wall while John deposit his seed deep into Peter's bowels.

"O fuck, man, or should I say, hail Ceasar!" John pulled out and kissed
Peter deeply. He let go and looked into his eyes. The words were on the
tip of Peter's lips, just three little simple words, but he knew those
three little words would made a world of difference.

"How about some coffee before we go?" John asked.

"Good idea!" Peter answered and went into the kitchen. Was he sure? Of
course it was always great to be around John, the sex was good, he liked
him, he liked him a lot, but love? He couldn't help thinking back to
Jack. That had been love, well, at least from his side. He filled the
kettle with water and put it on the stove. He turned on the gas while
looking into the living, seeing John sitting on the chair going through
yesterdays paper. He had to smile, surely John was a hot man, big and
strong, he just love to feel those strong arms around him, to be secure
and wanted. But he also knew that John didn't want to be tied down, he
was a man who did what he wanted to do, that was also the charm of him.
Peter put some grounded coffee in the filter and waited for the water to
boil. No, John was never going to be his lover, he was his pal, his
friend, and Peter was his playtoy, his funboy, his fuckboy. The water
boiled and he put some on the coffee. No, these three words were better
not to be said, just leave it as it is, just have some fun.

Chapter 46

They waited for the taxi to come, "Look at us." Peter said, as he looked
down at both of them. Leathert sandals, bare legs and a raincoat!

John had to smle, "we look like perverts!"

"No we're not perverts, we just look silly."

The doorbell rang and they went downstairs into the taxi. The driver
looked at them and shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever turns you on. Were
to, gentlemen?"

Peter told him the address, "And by the way, tt's a fancy dress party."

They were not the first to arrive, the major, dressed like Julius
Ceasar, with a laurel greeted them warmly. "Oh Peter, so good that
you've come and your friend too. He took Peter by his hand and guided
him into the parlour, "You know Peter, next time we realy should see
eachother more, go to the theater, see ballet and opera, go to museums,
exhibitions, I know you like that too. You know that's the reason why I
come back each year to Amsterdam, there is so much to see here, but like
always, time flies, so many other things to do. In March I'll be back
and first thing I'll do is to call you and set up some appointments!"

There were many senators, dressed in white robes, a few centurions, but
no one like Peter and John. Heads turned as they followed the major into
the parlour. The major snipped his fingers and a waiter, dressed as a
slave in only a small white loin cloth came rushing over offering them a
plate with wine and champagne.

They both took a glas and looked around. Peter recognized a few faces,
clients from his work. The doorbell rang and the major excused himself.

Everybody turned their heads when they heard a loud laughter coming from
the entrance.

"Roman I said," the major said, lauging out load, "Roman Empire! Not the
Roman church!"

"Who cares, it is Roman, isn't it?"

"Look what we have here, the pope himself." John wishpered into Peter's
ear.

A man dressed up like the pope entered the room, holding up his ring so
everyone could kiss it.

"Peter?" the pope said.

Peter looked at him then after a few seconds he recognized him,
"Charles? Charles!, that's a long time ago!" The hugged eachother. "How
are you?"

"Peter you look great. And so does your friend!"   Charles let his hand
roam over John's bare chest.

"Sorry, this is John, John this is Charles, one of my first clients."

As more drinks were poured the men became more bolder, hands grobing
under skirts, soon the first senator lost his toga and was down on all
fours to receive the blessing of a man dressed up like the Roman god
Mars. A hand was rubbing Peter's crotch till full erection, the man went
on his knees, licking and sucking him through the pouch. Peter looked
around for John, he spotted him, resting against the wall, while a
soldier and a stark naked guy were sicking his nipples. Good, at least
he is enjoying himself too.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let the games begin!" The major shouted.

Two oiled up muscled guys entered the room, wearing just a loin cloth.
The guest parted and the two guys started to wrestle in the center of
the room.

"Wrestling, isn't that Greek?" a man behind Peter mumbled.

"Who cares, it's hot!" another replied.

They two guys rolled and wrestled, soon they were both naked, wrestling
eachother with growing dicks.

"Mmmm, the guy behind Peter said and started to rub his hard cock
against Peter's crack.

The room was now filled with the scent of oil and sweat and all the
guest had hardons, tenting their toga's, some showing their cocks
proudly, naked or at least naked from the waist down, some were jerking
eachother. One of the wrestling boys was now pinned down to the floor.
The men cheered, the major held up his hand to silence everybody, all
eyes were on the major, he still held out his hand, the stuck up his
thumb and turned his hand. They cheered again as the thumb was now
pointed down and the wrestle boy on top smiled broadly. He slapped his
hard cock against the other guy's buttocks, grabed the base of his oiled
up cock and pushed it in. The boy underneath moaned loudly. All men were
now jerking as they watch the two guys fuck.

Peter was pushed a bit forward and let out a sigh as he felt the guy
behind him pushing in his cock. "O fuck!" Charles went down on his knees
in front of him and started to suck his dripping cock.

All men were now fucking, kissing, sucking or licking. John was fucking
one of the waiters while an other managed to get under them and licked
both John's fucking pole and balls and the waiter's swinging balls.

Around midnight, most of the men were exhausted, the first were about to
leave, searching for pieces of their customes.   John, in just his
sandals came over to Peter, who was lying on a couch with his head
resting on some guys shoulder and his jockstrap tied around his wrist.

"Hey, Peter, let's go home."

"Sure. Let's try to find our stuff."

They didn't bother to put their cloths back on, they just put their
coats on and with their customes under their arms they said goodbye to
the major and waited for their taxi to arrive.

"Now we are realy perverts, anked under these coats!" John smiled. "That
major really knows how to throw a party, God, I'm exhausted."