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.