Chapter 43
That Saturday John called, telling Peter he was abroad, but he would visit him as soon as he was back. Disappointed Peter hang up. He was bored and decided to go for a walk. The summer had ended and it was more windly and every now and then it rained. He hated autumn, even as a child he couldn't wait till spring, the time to play outside, from morning till late. Autumn and winter meant rain, snow and freezing cold , you had to stay inside. Inside with your drunken father. He buttoned his coat and pulled up the collar against the wind. He walked through the park, leafs were flying around.
A little white poodle came running up to him, and jumped at him.
"Hey little fellow." Peter said to the dog and petted the little dog.
"Fifi! Fifi! Come here!"
The dog turned on his back, Peter laughed and cuddled the dog's tummy.
"Fifi, bad dog!" An elderly lady walked over and put the dog back on its leash. "I'm sorry about that, he is a bit of a rascal sometimes."
"Don't worry." Peter knelt down and petted the dog on the head, "you're a nice little dog, aren't you."
"I can tell you like dogs. "the lady said, "and I like people that like dogs."
"Yeah, I like them, they're always happy and honest."
The lady nodded, "Come on Fifi, let's get home and put you into bath, he can get so dirty playing in the mud. Well see you around, bye."
Peter crossed the park and hopped onto a tram taking him downtown. He went into the department store at Dam square, browsing the book department when he heard his named.
He lookd around and saw the major with his arms spread wide and a big smile from ear to ear.
"Peter, my dear boy, how are you?"
"Fine, and you? It has been a long time!" Peter gave the major a warm hug.
"You still look great! Good that he bumped into you. You know I'll go back to Java at the beginning of next month, have to get some books and other things to take back. That reminds me, would like to come to my farewell party? The 28 of September."
Peter hesitated.
"Didn't you had a great time last time?"
"You mean I can sit under the table again and suck your guests off?"
The major looked around alarmed. "Shh.. Peter not so loud. And no, I invite you as my guest, as a friend, a dear friend. You can take that goodlooking friend of yours too. A very handsome man, what was his name again..? "
"Jack, you mean Jack. No he moved back home."
"I'm sorry to hear that, well anyway, it will be a fancy dress party, the theme will be the Roman Empire, I think you will look very good as a centurion." The major saw Peter still hesitating, he put his hand on Peter's arm, "Please come, I really would like that. A lot of intresting men come." He gave Peter a wink, "Oh, don't come as Julius Ceasar, I will be him of course, and as Ceasar, I command you to come!"
Peter smiled, "Sure I'll come, Hail Ceasar!"
Afterall he liked the man, he still looked back fondly at the nice time they spend together, like going to the theater, and sipping tea in his garden, just wearing a sarong. "Yes, Major, I'll be there."
"Good, I'll have to go, still lots of things to buy, see you later, dear Peter and bring a friend."
The next days were as dull as the wearther.
"Boring, just boring." Hans said while playing with some coaster at the bar.
"Yes, it's always like this, this time of year, one or two slow weeks, guess people had to adjust to the new season." The master replied.
"I know," added Gerard, "I didn't even do my toenails, couldn't be bother with it."
"Let's all have another drink, nothing else to do anyway." Jan said.
"This one is on the house." The master said. The boys cheered and held up their glasses. "Only this one!" the master said, already regretting he made the offer, "and only beer!"
The doorbell rang and all eyes went to the door. After a few seconds Richard stepped in, followed by two men who walked around the room, looking at every corner and at every boy. The men looked at eachother and nodded and went back to the hall. The door opened again.
"O, my God!" The master said softly.
"I knew it, I knew it." Hans said and gave Peter a punch with his elbow, "it's Hendrik, the prince!"
Hendrik sat on the sofa and lit a sigar, while the master hurried over. He bowed and asked what he wanted to drink.
"Didn't know he was into boys." Peter whispered to Hans.
"He's into anything, as long as he doesn't have to be at home with the queen."
The master brought the prince a cognac and with a bow he left him.
"What a honor to have the prince here!" Gerard said to the master.
"Is it? The man is deep into depth. You'd better go up to him, Gerard."
"Me, Sir, you're sure?"
"Yes, he likes them young, ..... and femine, so I have been told."
"Yes, well, I'm young." Gerard said, he pursed his lips and put some lipstick on. "I just love royalty, really I do, so classy!" He got up and walked up to the prince and sat next to him, crossed his legs and turned to him.
"He's fat." One of the boys said.
"And very pink, looks like a little pig."
"Heard he is very friendly."
"They say he's got a few children running around the country."
"Someone told me he's got every VD there is."
"Boys!" the master hissed, "he is a guest, so lets treat him like one, no gossiping about guests."
The prince raised his hand, "Another cognac for my new friend, good man."
Richard stepped into the room, walked over the master and said something into his ear that no one could hear.
Whatever had been said the master was not too pleased to hear it. He brought the cognac over to Gerard, "Your highness, why don't you take Gerard and your drink upstairs to one of our luxurious rooms."
Gerard smiled and took the prince by the hand and pulled him off the sofa, and walked upstairs with him.
Jan turned around, "Since when do we have luxurious room upstairs? Lets hope that more interesting figures will come in."
"Not likely," Richard said, "those two guys are standing outside, sending everybody away."
"Great, just great, I heard he can't get it up anymore," Hans said, "so it's gonna be a long and quiet night."
Gerard came down ordering more cognac.
All the boys were curious, Gerard just shook his head, held up his little finger and bent it.
"Well more alcohol won't help." The master said.
Finally, after about two hours, they came back down again. Gerard sat at the bar without speaking a word. The Master walked over to the prince and told him what a honor it had been that he had visit his establishment.
Richard went outside and brought one of the men inside to pay the bill. Meanwhile the prince walked over to Gerard, made a bow and kissed his hand. "Hope we'll meet agian."
Gerard managed a little smile and with that the prince and his company left.
"Not a cent, not even half a cent!" Gerard snapped. "He had the nerve to tell me it would be impropiate to give me something with his wife image on it! I told him she was not on the banknotes!" He let out a long sigh, "And the work I had to do. Now I know why they only have one child!"
"To the purveyour to the Royal Household!" Hans shouted and raised his glass.
"By Royal appointment!" Peter raised his glass too, and gave Gerard a wink.
"Yeah, all very funny, but sofar we haven't earned a cent!"
Peter looked at the clock he noticed it was already getting late, juste when he thought the night would be a total loss, the bell rang.
All the boys sat up straight as they heard a couple of voices and some laughter. At last! About eight guys walked in, cheerfull by the drinks they had already had.
"Fuck, Harry," One of the guys said aloud, "these are guys! You promised us the best blow job in town, where are the girls?"
The other guys were also annoyed and all looked at the guys in the center.
"Let's leave men, come on!" another shouted.
The guy named Harry stopped them, "Listen guys, I promised you the best blow-job, you are getting the best blow-job, right here, trust me!"
He walked over the the master and handed him some banknotes, "I think this will be enough."
The master quickly counted the money and smiled and nodded at this guy named Harry.
"Guys, get your dicks out en enjoy!" Harry said, and unbuttoned his fly, grobed inside and pulled his cock out. "You!"pointing and Hans, "come here."
From the corner of his eye Peter saw the master giving Hans a quick look and a nod. Hans obliged and walked over to Harry, who placed his hand on Hans' shoulder and pushed him down to his knees.
"See guys, you don't even have to beg!" he laughed, and pushed his semi hard cock into Hans' mouth.
The others walked over, some were already rubbing their crotches. The guy who walked over to Peter was not that bad looking, somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He smiled at Peter while undoing his trousers. The other boys were already on their knees when Peter slipped off the bar stool and got to his knees, knowing what was expected from him. He pulled down the guy's trousers and underpants to his ankles and looked up to a nice but still soft cock. Peter opened his mouth and took the soft cock into his mouth, he pulled back the foreskin with his lips while licking the glans. Once inside his mouth the cock grew rapidly hard. He rolled the hairy balls in the palm of his hand while sucking and licking the shaft.
"Mmmmm." The guy moaned, "Guess Harry was right afterall!"
He placed his hand on Peter's shoulders and started to thurst his cock in and out of Peter's throat, sometimes ramming the whole 8 inch of his meat deep in.
All around him Peter could hear sucking noises and moans, someone just reached his orgasm, groaning aloud. From the corner of his eyes Peter saw Gerard working on two cocks at the same time!
He felt the balls in his hand tighten, he gave them a couple of squeezes and the guy above him cried out, locking Peter's head with hand against his hairy belly.
"Oh, fuck.....!" the guy shouted, ramming his hips forward almost knocking Peter back.
A huge load of warm cum shot down Peter's throat, the man kept pumping his cock in and out of his throat till finally he pulled it out, rubbing the wet head over Peter's lip.
Peter looked up, the guy smiled at him and pulled him up, hugged him and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Wow, that was great!"
Meanwhile the other guests had aleady blown their loads or were doing it at that moment.
"Yeah," one of the other called out, "fags really know how to please a real man!"
Quickly the guy released Peter and joined in, "You're so right, this fag just loved my seed! He swallowed my whole load!"
"Mine did that too!" an other answered.
Peter grabbed the guy at his tie and drew him closer to his face. "Remember, dickhead, you had just sex with a man, and the one who blew his load was you." He took the guy's hand and placed on his crotch. "No hardon here, not even excited. So who is the fag?" He released his grip and walked to the bar, sat down. "Can I have a beer, to wash down the filth in my mouth."
The master came over and leaned over, "Peter! Behave, they are paying guests!" he hissed.
"Yeah sure."
"Come on guys, let's have a drink somewhere else!" Harry called and with that the party left.
"Well, I'm going home too, I had enough for one night." Peter said.
"No problem," The master answered, "I think we're closing early tonight, with this weather I don't expect anymore more guest." He turned to the till to get Peter's earnings for the night.
"No, thanks." Peter said, "keep it, it will buy me few drinks later this week. See you tomorrow I guess."
"Hang on," Hans said and sprang from his stool, "Wait for me, no need to hang around here."
Hans collected the few guilders he made that night, "Well at least it something. Hey, shall we get a drink somewhere?" he asked Peter.
Richard closed the door behind them, it was still pouring with rain.
"No, thanks not reallyin the mood tonight. Better I turn in early tonight." Peter answered.
"Hey, man, in a couple of days it will all change, then we can pick our own customers, just hang on. Maybe we don't even need this place anymore."
Peter let out a sigh, "I don't realy mind working here, I don't think it will change, even if we work at home, some guys are just so.... I don't know...they are just pricks."
"Come on, Peter, you always like it a bit rough, don't you. Yeah sure tonight it was terrible, first the fucking prince, then that group, but, hey it's all part of the game, man."
"Yeah, I guess so." Peter pulled up his collar, hated himself that he didn't bring his cap. "Well see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you."
They walked down the few steps to the street, and each turned a different direction.
Luckily the wind had decreased somewhat.
"Hey, excuse me!" A voice called behind him.
Peter turned around. A guy stepped forward outof the shadows. "Look, I'm sorry, really sorry..."
It was the guy he had sucked off just 15 minutes earlier, soaked by the rain. Peter nodded and turned around and started to walk away. The guy came after him passed him and blocked his way.
"What do you want?" Peter asked and looked around, "and were are your buddies?"
"I'm Tom."The guy started, "I really enjoyed it, up there." Lifting his head up to the big house.
"Oh, you did, funny way of expressing it then." Peter answered and started to walk away, but he was stopped again when Tom laid his hand on his arm.
"I know, I can understand you're pissed, I shouldn't have said it." He brushed his wet hair from his face.
Now looking at his face, Peter saw that he was not much older than himself, maybe four or five years older, dark hair and quite handsome.
"You know how it is, having a drink with your colleagues."
"Oh sure, we have that every night. Well, goodbye."
"Hey, I want to see you again." Tom blurted out. "I mean I really liked it tonight."
"Well, you know where to find me, every night from 6 o'clock till late." Peter started to walk away.
"Hey, may I ask your name?"
"Sure, I'm Peter. And if you do come, don't bring your colleagues, just be yourself, maybe I even get to like you."