CHAPTER 29
The minute he saw him Peter disliked the guy.
"Peter, this is Roderick, Roderick, this is Peter. You'll be sharing the room with him." Auntie said with a smile.
Roderick extended his hand. Peter looked up at him, he was maybe two years older than himself, very slender, skinny really, he looked at the extended hand, which was also very slim with long fingers.
"Peter" he said and shoke Roderick's hand. Roderick gave him a weak handshake, Peter hated that.
"I'm sorry, but I am on my lunchbreak, I still live with my parents in Alkmaar and have to travel each day to Amsterdam. This will be much better as it is close to my work. You know I work as a bookkeeper with an insurance company."
"That's nice, dear." Auntie said.
"I go also to nightschool once a week, the rest of the evenings I have to study of course, so I hope you're will not be making a lot of noise."
Peter's mouth fell open, not sure he should laugh out loud of punch the guy in his face.
"That won't be a problem, since Peter here works in the evening. Well you two get acquinted, I just run down the cafe and I'll take off the advertisement, won't be long." She turned and waved, but then stopped, "Well I guess since I'm there, I'll just have a quick drink to celibrate Roderick's arrival. O, Roderick, how do people call you?"
"Roderick, of course, that's my name."
"I know, but it's rather long, isn't? Can't we call you... Rody or Rick?"
"No, it's Roderick, can't understand why that is so difficult." He answered a bit annoyed.
"Ok, very well the, see you two later!"
"Bye Auntie" Peter said.
"She is a bit simple I think. I mean what's so difficult about my name?"
"Hey, Rick, listen," Peter started.
"My name is Roderick!"
"Ssh, listen Rick, everybody in this neighbourhood has a short name or a nick name. If you don't want to come up with one for your own, people will give you a nick name. Aunt Leonora is called Limping Leo, and there is cross-eyed Harry, and Skinny Rita. O, I can go on. Wonder how they shall call call you.
"Look, Peter, I do not have the intention to mingle with these people, I mean there are so different then me. I only went in that cafe because I heard there were some ads about rooms. Don't expect me to go down to there again and talk with those people. Besides, I don't drink. Anyway, I am off to work again, see you later I guess."
"Sure, Rody, Rick, Dick, or whatever!"
Peter sat at the bar drinking his second beer and looked around into the empty parlour.
"Always slow at the end of August." Gerard said.
"A lot of people on holiday." The master joined in.
Sofar only two clients had showed up, the first had been interested in Gerard, the second had choosen for the more femine type of Hans.
"Next one is for me." Peter said. At the same time he said it the doorbell rang.
After a few minutes a man walked in, he smiled at the bar and tried to walk in a straight line towards it.
"First a Scotch!" he shouted, "and then a nice boy like you!" pointing at Peter.
God, Peter thought, a drunk, just my lucky night.
The man finished his Scotch quickly and urged Peter to get upstairs.
"I'm so fucking horny!" he laughed when he followed Peter upstairs. He smacked Peter's ass hard. "Just perfect!"
Once in the room the man had to steady himself against Peter. His hands went around Peter and grabbed his ass. Peter turned his head away, afraid of being sick of the smell coming from the man's mouth. Alcohol and a terrible sour smell invaded his nose every time the man said something.
The man managed to open Peter's trousers, he run his hands over the naked buttocks. His hand slided into Peter's crack and pushed a fingers hard in his ass opening.
"Mmmm, nice pussy!"
He pushed Peter down to his knees and pushed his crotch forward. Peter opened the man's pants and let them fall to the floor. The front of the white briefs were yellow. Peter's face was pushed against the damp cotton.
"Yeah boy, make me hard so I can fuck you good!"
Peter lowered the briefs and took the soft cock into his mouth, with his lips he pushed back the foreskin so his tongue could lick the head.
"Yeah, boy, that's it, suck me!"
The man held Peter's head locked and moved his hips faster, Peter sucked the best he could, taking the cock all the way in, sucking and licking the shaft and head, but the cock remained flacid.
"Is that what you call sucking!" The man shouted, "Come on you can do better than that!"
Peter took the man's balls in the palm of his hand and rolled them around.
Finally the cock in his mouth reacted, getting a little hard.
He pulled the balls down, making the man moan and pushing his hips faster.
With his other hand Peter moved under the shirt till he found a nipple and started to squeeze it hard.
"Oh, yeah!"
The cock grew harder, filling Peter's mouth completly. He sucked hard, pulling on the hairy balls and squeezing the man's nipple. His mouth began to ache and he hoped the man would shoot his load soon.
It went on and on, that why he hated guys who had drink too much.
"Shit man! Is that the best you can do?!" He pushed Peter away and started to jack. He turned around and stick out his butt, "Lick me!"
Peter parted the guy's ass cheecks and started to lick around his ass opening.
"Oh, fuck yes, that's it. Stick your tongue in my ass."
Instead of his tongue, Peter wetted his finger and pushed it in. He had no trouble entering, the ass was sweaty and hungry, he slipped a second finger in and started to finger fuck him.
After a few minutes the man shouted: "O, yes! Ohhhhh! Here is comes!"
Peter pushed in deeper, he felt the ass tightening around his fingers, the man groaned loudly as he shot his cum all over the place.
At last, Peter thought, he slowly withdrew his fingers and got back on his feet. He had to smile, and he wanted to fuck me? It would have been quicker if I just fucked him the moment we got in the room.
"Let me get you a cloth." Peter offered.
"It's allright." He licked off his fingers and pulled up his trousers and left the room.
"Thank you!" Peter shouted, "You prick!" He ran his hands over his jaws. It had took him half an hour to get this guy off and he did not even leave a tip.
Once downstairs he said goodbye, there were no more clients and his jaws still ached. He went straight home and upstairs. He undressed and lay naked on top of his bed, staring at the empty bed of Jack. He let out a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling. He had never really thought about his future, maybe that Roderick guy wasn't so stupid at all, going to night school. At least he was doing something to get ahead.
He heard a front door close and someone walking up the stairs. For a moment he hoped it would be Jack, but at the same time he knew better.
"Hi, I just picked up some cloths from home, the rest I will get this weekend."
"Hey." Peter answered as he watch Rodericj tossing his suitcase on the bed.
"O my God!" Roderick shouted, "Could you please cover yourself, you're naked!" Quickly he turned his head.
Peter threw a sheet over him, "what's wrong with that?"
"It's just is right." Roderick answered, while opening his suitcase. "You're finished work?"
"Yeah, it was a quiet evening."
"Could you move your cloths a bit, so I can hang mine in too?"
"Sure." Peter got up and moved his cloths to one side of the wardrobe.
Roderick turned his head away.
"Don't you have any pyjamas? You can have a pair of mine if you want."
"No, I like to sleep naked, you just have to get used to it. You should try it once, specially with this heat."
Peter noticed a piece of paper that had fallen out of one of his trousers as he had moved them aside. He bent over to pick it up.
"That's why you should wear pyjamas!" Roderick said, "look at you, it's not decent!"
"I never had any complaints."
He laid on his bed again, covering himself with he sheet and unfolded the paper.
"God, there is not even enough room to put my books anywhere, I guess I just put them under the bed."
"Yeah, you do that." Peter answered, the paper just had a name and a telephone number. He smiled, how could he have forgotten him. It was the number of John. His mind went back to the time in the hotel.
Roderick had finished unpacking and asked if he could turn out the lights.
"Already?" Peter asked, "it's not that late."
"No I just wanted to change for the night."
Peter let out a sigh, "I'm closer to the switch, I'll do it."
"OK, thank."
"But then I have to get out of bed again."
"Wait! I'll do it myself, you just lay down, please."
Peter laid the piece of paper in the nightstand, yes, tomorrow he would give John a ring.
Roderick turned out the light and in the dark he almost stumbled into Peter's bed.
"Goodnight Rick."
"It's Roderick."