Chapter 37
When the tram came to Rembrandtsquare Peter and Hans decided to get off and get some lunch.
"Outside or inside?" Hans asked.
"Outside, the weather is much too beautifull to sit inside."
They ordered some sandwiches and coffee.
"How did you get to know that shop?" Peter wanted to know.
"O, years ago, my mother had bought some sheets there which my father, when he saw the bill, thought were too expensive. He pulled the sheets from the bed and stormed out to the shop. Of course I went along, I was maybe 12 or 13 years old, and I thought there would be a knowing my dad to force him to take the sheets back and return the money. Anyway, I was told to stand at the door while they would dicuss the price. I stood at the door, while my dad and him went into the back room. After a while I heard some noises. I closed the shop door and tiptoed over and peeked in. I saw my dad, with his trousers around his ankles, pushing his cock in and out of the guy's mouth. His big balls slapping the man's chin. The owner was on his knees with his dick in his hand, wanking like mad. Well, seeing that fat cock of my dad going in and out made me cum at once, I really shot my sperm in my trousers, without even touching my dick. Maybe that was the first time I had a real orgasm, you know, with sperm. It didn't take long before my dad shot his cum into the guy's mouth. Man, it dribbled down his chin, the man buckled and blew his load over my dad's shoes. My dad cursed and made him lick his own sperm. Anyway my dad left with a discount and a big smile on his face."
"Wow", Peter said, "that must have been a hot sight at that age."
"Yep, ever since that day I only thought about cocks."
"And your dad? Did he ever do it with other guys?"
"Hell no! Well, not that I know off. But I guess he was very happy with my mother. Our place was not that big, almost every night I could hear them fucking."
The waiter came bringing them their coffee and their sandwiches.
Hans waited till the waiter had left.
"What about you, did you ever saw your father naked?"
"Yeah, I did, but the circumstances were very different. Most of the times I had to bring him home from the bar. Drunken of course, on the way home he pissed his pants. So I had to undress him, wash him and when I was lucky I didn't have to clean his vomit." Peter sighed. "Most of the times he thanked me by slapping me or kicking me. Believe me, my father was not someone you would like to see, naked or dressed."
For a few minutes they were silent, eating their sandwiches.
"Hey, you thought about it?"
"About what?" asked Peter.
"Well you know, working at home, in the afternoons?"
"Oh, that. No, haven't thought about it yet. But I think it will be difficult, I mean, how do you get the clients, I don't want to drag guys from the park upstairs. And is it save, you'll never know what will happen, at least now we have the master and Richard to keep an eye out."
"I know," Hans said, "but at least all your earnings are for you, now the biggest part goes to the Master and Richard. Trust me, we only get a fraction of what the men pay for a bit of time with us. I mean we do the work!"
"I know, but still how do you get your clients, I don't want to walk the streets. I want men with a bit of style."
"You mean with money! Well, just place an add."
"Yeah sure." Peter reacted, "I've never seen a add like that in the papers."
"Guess you never read the right paper then." Hans looked to the middle of the square. "Hang on!" He got up and ran to the newsstand on the square.
The waiter came, clearing up their table, "Two more coffees, please." Peter ordered, watching Hans running back, holding up a newspaper.
"Read this then." Hans said, tossing the paper in front of Peter.
Peter picked up the newspaper. "O, yeah, sure, this will get me high class clients!" Holding up the frontpage. "Martians spotted on the beach."
"Nobody reads the front page of this paper, people buy this for the adds. Just turn the pages."
Peter did, as the waiter brought two coffees.
"It's all about young women looking for a relationship."
"Next page then." Hans said.
"Right, a girl looking for an rich guy who will teach her French, oh, here a guy wanted to play the flute." Peter read aloud. "here's another one, young healthy boy wants to meet a daddy who can teach him Greek, half an hour lessons, pleae respond to number such and so...."
Peter looked up at Hans, who had a big smile.
Peter returned to the adds. "Here is another one: Who want to clean my pipes? Blond boy, 19 years old looking for an man who takes care of his plumbing."
Hans leaned forward, "as you can see for all adds you have to reply to the paper with a reference number. You have a phone, you just put your phone number there. Guys, who are horny, don't write a letter to the paper and wait for an answer, they just want to get off, if you place your add with your phone number, they can call, make an appointment right away and get lucky the same day. You talk to them on the phone, get to know them little, talk about what they want, agree on the price. I mean it's just perfect!
"I don't know Hans."
"Come on, it's perfect, as soon as they hear the address, they know we're not some cheap sluts that promise a lot but rip them off at the end. You have a shower, we can charge extra! Close to the centre, a quick fuck on their lunch-break. And in the evening we still can get to work."
"We?"
"Believe, you will get so many requests, you'll beg me to help you out! We can even offer a threesome!"
Peter thought about it while as he drank his coffee. Maybe Hans was right, at least he'll would decide how much to charge. He would be in charge. He finished his coffee, "Well, let me think about it. For now, we'll have to get this home." Pointing at the package at his feet, "and after that I guess we'll have to get to work."
They excited the tram and walked down the canal, they could already see a business man ringing the door and entering.
"That one is mine!" Hans said and ran to to the door.
They rang the bell and Richard answered the door, Hans pushed him aside.
`You're very eager to get to work!" Richard called after him.
"Where is he?" Hans asked the minute he walked into the parlour.
`"Too late! He went up with Gerard", The master replied.
"Shit!" Hans said to Peter, "That guy is always in a hurry, he cums within seconds and always leaves a big tip."
"Gerard beat you, you know the gentleman's wife is waiting with dinner, so all has be done very quickly." The Master said. "maybe if you would com eearlier you would be luckier."
Within 10 minutes Gerard came downstairs again, followed by his client, who dashed away.
"Didn't even wait till I got my trousers off, just fucked me with my trousers around my ankles. Well, I shouldn't complain." He fumbled in his pocket so the other guys could hear the coins inside.
Soon the parlour became busier. Men offering the boys drinks, which the Master was only too happy to supply.
Peter was chatting with a man in his mid forties, a nice guy, looking good for his age. After his second drink Peter had enough, afterall he was here to earn some money. He leaned forward to the man's ear, "Guess you didn't come here just to chat." Making sure his lips touched his earlobe a little.
The man grinned, running both his hands over Peter's thighs, "Mmmm, nice firm legs you have."
"Not only my legs are firm."
"I do hope so."
Peter reached between the man's legs and squeezed his bulge, "Mmmm, nice..."
"You want that in your boy pussy?"
As an answer Peter squeezed again, only harder this time, feeling the man's cock swelling up.
"Guess it's time to get upstairs." The man stood up, picking up his little bag and extended his hand to Peter.
Once in the room the man gave Peter a quick kiss on the lips and opened his bag. Carefully he removed a brown paper bag. "Put his on, please. I'll wait outside." He patted Peter's ass. "Just let me know when you're ready."
Peter opened the bag, inside there were a pair of black silk stockings and a pair of black highheels.
"O, well, who cares." He got naked and carefully put on the stockings, allthough he had no experience what so ever he could tell that they must be expensive. He also put the garters on, making sure that the stockings were straight. He couldn't help it, but it felt strangely erotic, feeling the smooth silk tightly around his legs. He put on the high heels, they were a size to small, but he managed to get in. He stood up and almost fell over. He giggled and managed to walk a few paces to the mirror. He admired himself in the mirror. He looked silly, but to be honest also sexy, his muscular legs softened by the stockings, the tip of his cock just touching the stretched garter. He turned around, because of the higheels his ass looked more prominent then ever.
Peter made sure that his back could be seen in the mirror before he called he was ready.
The man entered, already stark naked, holding his cloths in his arms and with his cock semi hard. The second he saw Peter he threw his cloths on the floor and came over to him.
The man gaseped. "Just beautiful, just perfect!" He sank to his knees in front of Peter. His hands felt the leather of the hig heels then he moved up over Peter's legs and down again.
Then he kissed the tip of the shoes and slided his tongue over the stockings till he reached Peter's nutsack. He burried his nose in Peter's crotch while running his hands over the silk stockings. He came up for air. "Walk around."
Peter paraded around, to his own surprise walking on the high heels wasn't that bad afterall.
"You look great." The man said, sitting still on his knees, wanking his cock.
Peter sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched one leg. On his knees the man came over, Peter pushed the sole of the shoe against the man's chest, slowly he lowered his foot over the mans's chest and belly.
"Oh yeah!" the man moaned. Peter pushed a bit harder with the heel till he reached the erect cock. Carefully he ran the heel over the shaft, he pushed the cock all the way down an let it sprang free again. Then with the tip of the toes he tapped the man's balls, making him groan louder and louder.
"O, fuck!" He threw Peter back on the bed, lifted up his legs and pushed his hard dripping cock into his ass.
"Oh, shit!!" The man could not hold back any longer and blew his load the second his cock entered.
"Oh, yes!" Peter shouted and pushed his legs tighter around him.
The man kept on moaning and groaning till he finally let himself fall on top of Peter.
With his hands caressing the stockings he tenderly kissed Peter.
"Fuck! That was terrific!" He let his cock slipped out of Peter's ass, and sank to the floor. He removed the shoes, sniffing the inside, then, carefely, he rolled the stockings off Peter's legs, holding them under his nose. "They smell like you. Mmm, great!"
The man put his hand in the stocking and rubbed all over Peter's body. He couldn't help it but Peter semi hardon grew harder. The man took Peter's dick in his covered hand and started to masturbate him. With his other hand, also in a stocking, he caressed Peter's belly and chest. The feeling was so intense. Peter couldn't help himself. He started to moan aloud, pushing his cock faster into the silky fist.
"Yeah, baby, cum for me." The man whispered.
Peter didn't want to cum this early in the evening, but the feeling was to strong, he almost cried out as the man carressed his balls.
"O shit!"
"Yes! Yes, shoot for me!"
"Ohhhh!" Peter pushed his hips up and his cock erupted shooting big thick spurts of cum, shooting all over his belly and chest.
The man kept wanking him till the last spurt, then he squeezed the last dorps of his seed out of his cock.
"Fucking hell! That felt amazing!" Peter said, while he laid back trying to get his breath back.
With the stockings the man cleaned Peter's chest and belly before he wiped off the cum of his dick.
With a big smile on his face the man put the cum soaked stockings back into his bag and started the get dressed.
Peter put his cloths back on again too. Before they left the room the man put something in his hand. Walking down the stairs Peter looked into his hand. Wow! A ten guilder note! This was too much. Maybe he had made an error. He didn't want to get into trouble.
Peter stopped the man, "Do you know what you just gave me?"
The man tuned and smiled, "yes, I do, and believe me, you are worth it!"
"Well, thank you!"
He just couldn't believe it, some people had to work a whole month for this!
With a big grin on his face Peter arrived back into the parlour.
The man said goodbye to him and leant forward to the master. "This boy is the best!"
"Glad you liked him and yes, he is one of the best, Sir." The master replied with a small bow.
The master quickly exchanged a smile with Peter as they watch the man leave.
"So you are the best?" Peter heard a voice behind him.
He turned around and his mouth dropped open.