Chapter 44
A goodnight's rest had done him good, he woke up full of life. Time to pick up a costume for the major's party.
He had considered to ask Hans to the Major's party, but he had changed his mind. He and Hans were at the party six months earlier, both of them under the table, sucking off the guests. Hans had never met the major afterwards, he was sure when he invited Hans he would expected to be paid.
"Hey, little friend!" He sank down to pet the little dog.
"Oh, he remembers you!" the lady said.
"Hi Fifi, how are you doing today?"
"Sorry but he is a little dirty, with all the rain the past few days, the whole park is so muddy."
The little dog licked Peter's hand and rolled on his back. "O Fifi! Now you really need a bath!"
Peter scretched the dogs belly and got back up again.
"It's a nice dog."
"Yes, he is. No Fifi, don't!" The lady pulled the leash before he could jump up against Peter. "We don't want to get the gentleman's cloths all dirty! Come along, time for your bath. Bye."
"Bye, ma'am, bye Fifi!"
He hurried to the tramstop and was just in time to hop on as the tram rode off. The conductor looked at him in dismay. "You know Sir, that's not allowed, for your own security!"
"Yes I know." Peter answered and gave him the fare.
He got off the tram in the center and walked a bit, if he remembered correctly the shop was in one of the side streets. He turned the corner and smiled: "Theater Costumes, Tuxedos, Fancy Dress, also rental." The sign said. He crossed the street and entered.
"Good morning, Sir, how can we help you?" An old lady walked over to him, smiling.
"Good morning, I'm looking for a costume to rent for a fancy dress party." Peter said.
"Ah, always nice, in our basement you'll find what you want, dear, my son will help you." She guided him to the stairs.
"Roman, you said, for tomorrow night?" The man behind the counter said.
"Yes, sir, Roman empire, I was thinking of a soldier or something."
"Hope we still have something, most of the Roman costumes have already been reserved or rented out, must be big party. You'll go as a man?"
"Yes, of course." Peter reactied a bit annoyed.
"Too bad, we still have lots of Roman costumes for ladies, a bit see through." He smiled and winked at Peter as he walked from behind the counter to Peter, "If you be so kind to remove your jacket, Sir."
Peter obliged and the shop assistant took his tape-measure and rolled it around his chest and then he measered his hips.
"42 Shoe seize I guess?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Just one minute, I'll see what we have."
After a couple of minutes the assistant returned, "You're lucky, the last one! I do hope it will fit, of course the chest piece is adjustable, maybe it's a bit shorter than it suposed to be, but we'll see. In any case I still have the sandals in your seize."
The assistant hang the costume in one of the dressing rooms and laid the sandals on the floor. "If you please, Sir." He said with a little bow.
Peter stepped inside and turned around to close the curtain, but the assistant stopped him. "I suggest you strip down to your underpants, Sir. First you'll put on the white tunic, then the leather skirt and then the chest piece, just call when you about to put that on, I'll give you a hand."
"Eh, yeah, sure." Peter started to undress as the assistant discretely walked back to his counter.
"Socks too, please, otherwise we'll don't know if the sandals fit."
Peter stripped down to his underpants removed his socks the assistant came over and went on his knees and placed the sandals on the floor.
Peter stepped into them. "Yeah, that's the right size." He said, ready to take them off.
"Not so fast, these leather bands have to go all the way up your calves, I'll show you."
The assistant moved his hands over Peter's calves before tying the leather bands around it and making a knot just under his knee. "Nice and strong legs you have." He sat as he looked up, first at the bulge in Peter's underwear and then with a broad smile into is face, "Impressive."
"Thanks, eh... the outfit?" Peter said.
"Of course. Here we go, first the white tunic, just pull it over your head." The assistante held it up for him and Peter put it on.
"Mhh. "just what I tought, "A bit to short, I guess."
Peter looked down and back into the mirror, the tunic covered his ass barely, also in front, itdidn't cover his underpants completely.
"I also have a slave's costume and a one for a gladiator." The assistant said.
"How do they look?"
"Well, to be honest the slave outfit is just a cloth to be wrapped around your hips, and the gladiators consists of leather shorts, with a nice pouch, and a piece of leather armour that goes around your left shoulder. I'll think you will look great in that."
"That's all?" Peter asked. "Well, I think I stick to this one, as long as I don't bend over I should be fine." He had to smile as he said that, remembering the last party the Major had thrown.
"As you wish, Sir, let's try on the chest piece."
The assistance helped him to pull itover his head, it was a bit heavy and the smell of old leather hit his nose. They tied the back and front together with the ropes in the sides.
"That fits very well."
Peter run his hand over the chest piece.
"Yes, Sir, it very detailed, isn't?"
Peter could only confirmed that. Nipples, riped stomach and even a navel were crafted in the leather.
"Too bad about your underpants, Sir, you know we have something very new, straight out of America, a suspensoir, or as the American called it, a jockstrap. Keeps everything nice in place and also lifts everything up a bit so your eh.... equipment will be covered by the tunic."
"Let's try that then."
The assistant walked to the stairs and called something upstairs. A few minutes later a girl came down carrying a box and handed the box over the assistant.
He rumbled through the box. "Ah, I think this will be the right size." He held the jockstrap and handed it over to Peter.
Sexy, was the first thing Peter thought went he felt the soft material in his hand, and no backside! Very confinient, maybe this was something Hans was looking for! He removed his underpants.
The girl, who was still there, made a gasp as his Peter's dick swang free from under the tunic.
"Upstairs!" the assistant said at once. The girl, giggling went upstairs but first took another look at Peter.
Turning a bit red in his face, Peters put the jockstrap on, pulling the wide elastic band high up so that his jewels were now close to his body.
"Perfect, Sir! How does it feel?"
"Yeah, nice to be honest."
"Not to tight, Sir?" the man asked as he ran his hand over the pouch and stept a a bit closer to Peter.
He could smell the man's breath, "No, it's just perfect." Peter answered quickly and took a step back.
Peter changed into his ordinary outfit and purchased two jockstraps, "The outfit has to be back on Monday before noon." The assistant said while he handed the wrapped-up items to Peter.
Friday evening was the same as usual, a lot of men coming from their work for a quick fuck. Peter didn't mind, for most of the men it meant a quick dump in his ass and back to the family again. Nothing special. Later in the evening the clients changed, taking more time, chatting and drinking with the boys before moving upstairs, and more important, leaving bigger tips!
Peter just said goodbye to a client when a hand was laid on his shoulder.
Quickly he put the few guilders of tip into his pocket and turned around.
"John!" He shouted, and wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders.
John hugged him back, placing his lips on his.
After a few seconds Peter released, "Are you here for me?"
John laughed, "Hell yes!"
"But you're were abroad!"
"Change of plans, I was in Belgium, the man got sick so I hurried to take the train back to Amsterdam, and here I am!"
"Oh, John it's so good to see you!"
"Likewise kid!" John placed his lips onto his and pushed his tongue deep into Peter's mouth.
"Well, well, can I join?" a man next to them asked.
"No sorry, he is all mine for tonight, hell even for this whole weekend!" John answered, "Well, at least if you don't have any other plans?"
"The whole weekend?"
"Yep, the whole weekend, just you and me!" He saw Peter looking at the big clock at the wall. "Don't worry I already have taken care of that."
The master nodded at Peter, "Fine then, let's go!"
Outside John opened his umbrella, the rain was pouring down.
"Come on." John said, he put his arm around Peter and pulled him under the umbrella, they hurried to Rembrandtplein to get a taxi.
For once Peter was grateful it was raining he just loved that big strong arm around his shoulder, he was almost sorry to let go when they stepped into the cab.
Once home, John pulled Peter close to him, kissing him on his lips and every spot he could reached. "O fuck, Peter, I missed you!"
Peter threw his arms round him and kissed him back, while John's hands went down and groped his crotch. Peter did the same and felt John getting hard.
They broke their kiss and started to undress. Once naked their cocks, pointing up, touched. Peter threw himself back into John's arms. Their cocks grinding, their bodies pressing hard together.
"God, I missed you too!" Pressing his body harder against John. How he had longed for this big strong body, to feel his warmth again.
John turned him around, rubbing his hard cock against Peter's buttocks, then he sank to his knees, pulled Peter's ass open.
"Ohhhh, mmmm" Peter moaned as he felt John's warm tongue licking his opening, his body trembled when he felt the tongue entering him. He went on all fours. John kept rimming him while he slided his hand between Peter's legs and slowly started to milk him.
"Man, you got the sweetest ass!"
"Mmm, just fuck me, please!"
Peter cried out as he finally felt John's cock penetrating him. The fuck was fast, deep and wild, soon both of them groaned and shot their loads.
Out of breath they laid for a few moments on the floor, slowly stroking and kissing eachother.
"Hell, we didn't even made it to the bedroom." Laughed John. He got up and held on his hand. Peter took it at was being hoisted up till John's broad and hairy chest. Quickly he kissed both of the firm nippels.
"Hey, what is that?" John asked when the entered the bedroom and saw the centurion outfit. "Are we getting kinky?"
"Damn, I almost forgot, I have a fancy dress party tomorrow night, but hey, I could bring a friend!" He told John about the major, leaving for Java again. Vaguely John thought he knew the man too, a long time ago, he had done business with a major who has a plantation in the East-Indies.
"Fine then, tomorrow we're gonna look for a custome for you!" Peter was thrilled that John would come along, he only hoped that there would still a costume for him somewhere.
Saturday morning Peter woke up in a very nice way, John had pulled off the sheets and was between his legs, sucking his cock.
"Goodmorning, great way to wake up." He said while he tossled John's hair.
John looked up and gave him a wink and went down again.
He thrust his hips up and down, feeling his cockhead hitting the softness of the back of John's throat. Just when he tought he would cum, John let go and moved. Placing his knees on either side of Peter's chest. His big hard dick rubbing against his lips.
Eagerly Peter opened his mouth and let John slide all the way in till the hairy balls were bouncing on his chin. He moved his hands over the flat hair belly up to John's nipples. John let out a moan as Peter pinched them and thrusted his cock faster in and out of Peter's mouth.
John moved around, grabbed Peter's cock at the base and started to suck it.
Peter guided John's cock back into his mouth while his heavy balls were now resting on his face. His hands went over the firm round buttocks. The bedroom was now filled with slurping noises and moans. Peter lifted his head up to get more of John's cock in, he flexed when John pushed a finger or two deep in his ass.
He went from cock to balls, licking them, sucking them into his mouth. He stuck two fingers into John's ass, at once he felt reaction in John's cock, throbbing even more.
"O, fuck, Peter!" With all his weight he pushed his cock deeper into Peter's throat, pushing him deep into the pillow. "Fuck!"
Load after load were pumped into Peter's throat and mouth, he couldn't swallow everything and some of the warm, sticky cum run over his lips and chin. He rammed his hips up, John gagged for a moment and then Peter released too, blowing a huge load.
They took a long hot shower, washing eachtoher and later drying eachother off. They decided to have breakfast in town before they went for John's outfit.