Next morning Peter was awakened by Aunt Leo singing in the kitchen. Thanks God, she felt better! He quickly got up, and gave here a cuddle. "What's this all about?" "just happy that you are feeling better." "Maybe I should sing each morning, it's been ages since I got a kiss from a man in the morning!" "Maybe you should" Peter grinned, "only don't do it out in the street, you might be arrested." She gave him a pat on his shoulder, "Sit down, I made some porridge."
He spent most of the day with Aunt Leo, although she said she was fine, Peter noticed that she acted differently then usual. Normally she was always running around or gossiping with neighbours. In the afternoon she went to have a nap, something she never did. It was time for Peter to leave, he checked in on her. Withher eyes open and her hand on her bossom, she stared at the ceiling. "Are you allright?" "Oh, dear, did not hear you come in." "Thought you were still asleep, have to go to work now." "Is it that late again, and I did not make you any dinner!" She got up. "No problem, auntie, I eat something on the way. What will you eat?" "O, I'll just pop over to the cafe and have a sandwich or something." "I can make you something" Peter offered. "No, no, you run along, don't want you to be late. I'll be fine" pushing herself off the bed to her feet.
He hesitated when Richard opened the door, he had always liked the place but now that his old schoolmaster knew that he worked here, somehow changed all this. "Hurry up" Richard urged him, "you're wanted in the parlour." Peter tensed and took a step back. "O, please don't let the schoolmaster be here" Peter said to himself. "Come on!" Richard pushed him inside and closed the door.
"Ah, there he is, always on time" the master said when Peter entered the parlour. To his horror, the man who was standing next to the master grinning, was his old schoolmaster.
Silently Peter followed the schoolmaster up to a room, his mind went blank. He completely shut off his mind. The schoolmaster talked to him, but the words did not reach him. Once inside, the schoolmaster told Peter to strip. Without any emotion he started to strip. "That's it, you whore. You'll do what I say. Almost like the old days, isn't it?" He grabbed one of Peter's nipples and twisted it. Normally Peter got easily aroused when his nipples were touched, but this time only a shiver went over his spine. Let's hope this will soon be over, he thought. Once when Peter was totally naked, the schoolmaster walked around him. "Nice firm and muscular, normally I like them a bit younger and slimmer, but I guess you'll do." He ran a finger along Peter's crack. "you remember Tim?" he whispered in his ear from the back. Peter knew who Tim was, a shy little boy, one or two years younger then himself. Slowly the schoolmaster rubbed his crotch against Peter's ass, "he's got the best ass! Wonder how yours is." "And you know what the best part is?" Without waiting for an answer, the schoolmaster continued, "his farther always joined in, taking turns fucking that sweet boy, mind you, he always cried a lot." Peter felt the bulge getting harder, the schoolmaster took his hands and pulled them behind Peter's back. "Do you cry? No, I don't think so, you're a big boy, how many cock do you get up your ass each day?" His hand were tied together behind his back. "I heard you are very popular here. All those cock sliding in and out of your ass." Peter got feel the man breathing in his neck, he heard a zipper being opened. "Do you feel that?" the schoolmaster asked, pushing his hard cock between Peter's cheeck." Peter did not answered. "Kicking me in the balls did not affect it, as you notice. O, that reminds me." The schoolmaster quickly got in front of Peter, smiling a broad grin. Without any warning he lifted up his knee quickly. A sharp pain went through Peter, he fell on the floor, on his knees. In a reflex he tried to move his hands between his legs, he cursed when he could not do that. "Guess, we're even now." Peter had to fight back the urge to vomit, with his head rested on the floor, he told himself to be strong. "Yes, that the way I like it, you on your knees with your ass up!" The schoolmaster kicked Peter's feet apart. A hand landed hard on his ass, a hand that he felt before but never on his bare ass. The schoolmaster got between Peter's legs and pushed his hard cock into his ass. "Gonna fuck you, you little shit!" Peter had to bite his lips, the cock was big and thick, it was pushed in with force, without any hesitation. It hurt, the schoolmaster fucked him hard and fast. The faster, the better, thought Peter, the sooner this will end the better. The schoolmaster fucked him without mercy, thrusting his big fat cock all the way in. Peter almost was gratefull that his balls hurt, otherwise he would have been afraid that he loved that big fat cock. "Oh, yeah, look at that cock sliding in and out of that pussy!" Again a flat hand landed hard on his ass. Peter gave a little cry, which only encouraged his old schoolmaster.
His buns were burning, his ass inside was on fire, Peter tried to focus on all the things that he did not like, everything to keep him from getting hard. He squeezed his ass muscles tight, hoping that would make the schoolmaster cum faster. "Oh, fuck yes!" The schoolmaster gave a loud cry and pinched Peter's nipples hard. His moves got faster, fucking Peter harder. Peter tried to lift up his head, his forehead was scraping over the carpet, but, with his hand the schoolmaster held him down. The schoolmaster filled Peter's ass with his sperm, then he collapsed on top of Peter. To his surprise Peter felt a quick kiss in his neck.
The schoolmaster pulled out of him, and got up, putting his wet cock back into his trousers. "Guess I will be seeing you next year, every year I come for a few days to Amsterdam. Don't think you will be anywhere else." He put his foot on Peter's back. "To be honest, you're good, but then again, sticking your ass up is not that difficult for you." He tried to push Peter aside, but he remained on his knees with his head to the floor. "So, when are you gonna to fuck me?" Peter said. The schoolmaster rasped and spit on Peter's back. "I'll tell your father that I ran into you" he grinned, and left the room, leaving the door wide open. Peter remained in that position a couple of minutes, with his eyes closed he cursed his life, he cursed this place but most of all he cursed himself. "O look at that perfect ass!" Peter looked up, in the hallway, staring in, there was a Gerard with a client. "Come on" Gerard said and tried to drag the man along, "let's go to our room." "Hang on" the man said, "look the cum is drippng out! Got to have that!"
Peter felt the man's moustache tickling his flesh as his tongue licked his ass opening. He pushed his ass, he wanted to get rid of the cum, only to the delight of the man with the tickling moustache. Peter grunted, finally he let his feelings set free, his cock sprang to life, pushing hard against his stomach. "Mmmmm, yeah!" the man behind him moaned. "That's it!" Gerards said firmly, "this one is mine!" He pulled the man away from Peter's ass, and dragged him along out of the room.
"Shit!" Peter said aloud. He managed to get back on his feet, Richard got in. "Let me untie you" he said. Peter remembered what had happened the last time Richard found him like this. "Het, Richard, just untie me." "Relax, don't worry, I fucked you once, that's enough for me." He untied him and slapped Peter's hard cock, "Better get that thing down, no clients downstairs anymore." "Thank God for that" Peter replied, "Thanks." He got dressed and went downstairs.
"Don't know what you do with them," the master said when Peter was back in the parlour again, "but this guest asked me to have you available next year, same day." "Yeah, great! Look, as it is a quiet night, I like to go home." "Again?" the master said with his eyebrows raised. "Very well then, don't think there will be many guest coming anymore. Remember next week there will be the big agriculture exibition, we will be open an hour earlier. I expect you to be here, all the time when we're open." "No problem, sir, I'll be here, trust me." "Well, fine then." The master handed his money, not that much, as he only had one client this evening.
It was still early, Peter did not know what where to go. He did not want to go home yet, to be honest he was a bit horny. Oh, if only Jack would have been home, he would have loved to cuddle up to him, to feel his strong arms round him, the feel that hairy muscular bocy on top of him. The more he thought about it the harder his cock got.
He walked wothout really knowing where to go, he passed the bussy bars and cafes on the Rembrandtplein. Tuschinki, the big new cinema opened its doors and people poured out, the end of the first evening performance had ended. A queue along the street formed for the second show. Peter walked along, he did feel a bit akward, sad, mad and horny. Aunt Leo crossed his mind a second, wonderinghow she was now. He pushed the thought aside. He walked on, and soon he found himself in a dark alley somewhere in the red light district. He turned a corner, girls behind the windows smiled at him, guys with their hands deep into their pockets looked at every window they passed. Peter stopped in front of a window, behind the glas there was a woman dressed in a skirt too small for her. She must have been at least 50 years old, wearing too much make-up, she pursed her lips to him, and bent down, giving him a view of her heavy breast. "Look at that old whore!" some guys yelled behind him, "God, even if I got paid to fuck her, I wouldn't do it!" The guys behind Peter laughed aloud, some even grabbed their crotches and yelled at her "come and get it granny!". The lady behind the window did pretend to have not seen the guys and gave Peter a wink and motioned to him to come in.
Peter hurried away, his old schoolmasters words echoed through his head, "you are a whore! A whore!" The canals and streets in the red light district were busy, as always. He truned a corned and for a moment he was alone in a dark alley. Peter closed his eyes, in hismind he saw himself, an old man, sitting on a bar stool at the bar in the parlour. Men were laughing at him as they pick young fresh guys who were standing next to him, handing their money to the master, who had not aged at all. Even Richard had not aged at all, "Better go home now, Peter" he whispered, as he helped him of the stool. "But I need the money" Peter tried. "Oh, come on, Peter, the only change you'll get if we have a necrofile one night."
Someone brushed againt him. "Sorry, sir" a woman giggled. "What are you doing in such a dark alley" she asked, as she pushed her body against him. Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked into a old wringled face. "Sorry" he said and tried to get away. "No need to hurry, Sir". She got her bossom in her hands and pushed her breast together, rubbing them against his chest. "For five guilder, sir, I will pleasure you!" Peter held his breath and tried to push her away. "Two?, Sir, please" She grabbed between his legs. "Love to have that between my thighs." "Get off!" Peter shouted and pushed the woman aside. "Please, sir, you can do what ever you want, I'm all yours!" she cried out.
Peter ran, through the busy streets full of horny and curious men, along the canals, where the red light shone out of the many windows. He jumped over a drunk guy laying in the middle of the street. Before he knew it he was in the bar where he had been the first day he had arrived. As before the bar was crowded with sailors, whores and business men. Some of the guys waive away the whores and went upstairs with a sailor. Peter ordered a brandy, he needed it, and gulped it away. "Another one, please" and he threw some money on the counter. His glas was filled up again. This time he sipped it and looked around. Both men and woman were looking at him, woman to earn some money and men to spend some money. He had to laugh silently, God, this town only about sex, he thought. He dark tought came back to him: "what will you be over 30 years?" He gulped his brandy down and ordered another one. A gril came over and asked him for a drink. "A beer for this lady!" he ordered the bartender. The girl gave him a big smile. "A colleague of mine" he smiled to the non intrested bartender. The girl gave him an odd smile an raised her glass. "Better find another customer, guess we're in the same trade" Peter said and smiled.
When he took a sip of his drink he looked around the place. He almost decided the go home, then I saw him. A silent dark figure sitting in the corner, with his face facing the wall. "Jack?" Peter asked silently. He moved a few steps forward. "Jack!" he shouted. The man turned his head towards him. Yes, it was Jack. "Jack!" Peters shouted again. Jack got up and tried to run out of the bar. Peter pushed people aside and got hold of Jack as he left the place. "Jack, it's me!" Jack pushed him away and started to run. Peter ran too, and cought him just as he turned the corner. Peter pushed Jack against the wall. "Jack, what's wrong? It's me, Peter!" Jack, with his back to the wall, looked away. Tears appeared in his eyes, and he sank to his feet. "Please, Peter, go away!" he hissed. Peter sank to his feet too, "what;s wrog, what are you doing here?" Jack tried to speak, but tears were running down his face. "Please!" he cried out, "Please, forgive me!"