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Chapter 45
"I do hope you didn't changed your mind about the costume, Sir?"
"No not at all, but my friend here need one too." Peter answered.
"Also Roman Empire, I guess, well like I said yesterday, we only have two outfits left, the slave and the gladiator."
"Slave? I'm not going like a party like a slave, I'll take the gladiator!" John said at once.
"I do hope it will fit you, one moment please, gentlemen. Eh, maybe you can undress while I'll get the outfit?"
The assistant made alittle bow and hurried away while John went to the fitting room and started to undress.
"Here we are, Sir." The assistant pulled away the curtain, John, in his underwear and socks looked at the 'custome' the man was holding up.
"O God, I do hope that general or major or whatever he is, has the heating on." John replied.
"Now this goes over your left shoulder and arm, please remove your undershirt, Sir."
John sighed and pulled the shirt over his head, seeing the broad hairy chest the assistant almost jumped. "Oh, Sir, I think this will suit you just fine, the perfect body for a gladiator. Although the slave's outfit will suit you also perfectly."
With a little help John got the shoulder and arm piece on. "Just perfect, very muscular."
Peter just nodded, John looked impressive with the leather shoulder/arm piece with spikes.
"Now the shorts!" The assistant almost shouted. And held up small leather shorts with a prominent pouch. He looked down to John's underpants, "I hope it's not too small, you'd better take those off before you try these on." Pointing at John's underpants.
John grabbed the shorts, "God, you really love your work, don't you." And shut the curtain.
Peter had to smile when he saw the disappoitment on the man's face.
"Are you ready?" Peter asked through the curtain.
"I guess so."
Peter opened the curtain, and saw John standing facing the mirror in the fitting room, so he had a perfect look at John's back with the tight leather shorts just covering his ass, his cock rose to attention. Next to him he heard the assistant let out his breath.
John turned around, o hell he was impressive, the shorts bulged at the right place. "I don't know, Peter..." John began.
"Perfect, just perfect!" The assistant let out, "A real gladiator, of course the outfit will come with some sandals, better than those black socks, and upstairs we'll have swords and stuff like that, but, o Sir, you look perfect! I'll bet every one at that party wants to get down in the arena with you!"
Peter looked at John at awe. "I have to agree, you look just perfect."
"Hang one!" and the assistant ran off.
"God, John, you look hot!" He took John's hand and laid it on his crotch, "your fault."
John smiled and squeezed Peter's erection. "Slow down, Peter, this pouch is already too small."
"Here we are, just a little something to make it all complete." The man sank to his knees in front of John, not taking his eyes of the pouch. He managed to put a leather strap a around John's thigh and pushed a small wooden knive between the strap and his thigh. "Now you're really a gladiator!" He stepped back and admired Jon, "You're sure the shorts fit?" and reached out with his hand to check.
"Yes, it fits just fine." John replied and pushed the man's hand away.
After getting some sandals, which the assistant insisted to help John put them on, they paid the rental fee.
"What a creep!" John said once they were outside.
They had some drinks in a bar near the Leidseplein and moved to a nearby reataurant to have a early dinner before they headed home.
"At what time does this party starts?"
"I guess between eight and nine."
"Maybe we should get dressed, you know, to get in the mood." John suggested.
"Sure, gladiator!"
They stripped down and Peter first put on his jockstrap.
"Wow, very sexy!"
"You like it?" Peter asked wiggling his bare ass at John.
"Mmm, very much! It looks great!"
Quickly Peter put on his outfit, John helped him to tie the straps of his chest armour. Once they were fully dressed they looked at eachother.
"Your look hot!" they said at the same time.
They laughed, and walked to eachother. "You've ever been fucked by a gladiator?"
"Isn't that every Roman's dream?" Peter replied as he laid his hand on John's pouch, feeling his hard cock through the leather. "No wonder why gladitors were so popular in Rome."
"As a soldier you need to follow orders, don't you?"
Peter just sighed as his lips were parted by John's tongue and he felt his hand running over his barr buttocks. He pressed his leather chest piece hard against John's bare chest while he lowered the waistband of the leather shorts. "You know gladitors were slaves too, well I guess they were, so I order you to fuck me, gladiator!"
"With pleasure!, centurion!"
John didn't waste time, he wet his cock with spit and drove it all the way in Peter's hungry ass. They fucked hard and quick, Peter holding his hands against the wall and pushed his ass back. His cock was freed from the tight jockstrap and with the band hooked behind his balls John jerked him in the same beat as he fucked his ass. Fast and without mercy. Soon the both of them were crying out. Peter shot his load against the wall while John deposit his seed deep into Peter's bowels.
"O fuck, man, or should I say, hail Ceasar!" John pulled out and kissed Peter deeply. He let go and looked into his eyes. The words were on the tip of Peter's lips, just three little simple words, but he knew those three little words would made a world of difference.
"How about some coffee before we go?" John asked.
"Good idea!" Peter answered and went into the kitchen. Was he sure? Of course it was always great to be around John, the sex was good, he liked him, he liked him a lot, but love? He couldn't help thinking back to Jack. That had been love, well, at least from his side. He filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove. He turned on the gas while looking into the living, seeing John sitting on the chair going through yesterdays paper. He had to smile, surely John was a hot man, big and strong, he just love to feel those strong arms around him, to be secure and wanted. But he also knew that John didn't want to be tied down, he was a man who did what he wanted to do, that was also the charm of him. Peter put some grounded coffee in the filter and waited for the water to boil. No, John was never going to be his lover, he was his pal, his friend, and Peter was his playtoy, his funboy, his fuckboy. The water boiled and he put some on the coffee. No, these three words were better not to be said, just leave it as it is, just have some fun.
Chapter 46
They waited for the taxi to come, "Look at us." Peter said, as he looked down at both of them. Leathert sandals, bare legs and a raincoat!
John had to smle, "we look like perverts!"
"No we're not perverts, we just look silly."
The doorbell rang and they went downstairs into the taxi. The driver looked at them and shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever turns you on. Were to, gentlemen?"
Peter told him the address, "And by the way, tt's a fancy dress party."
They were not the first to arrive, the major, dressed like Julius Ceasar, with a laurel greeted them warmly. "Oh Peter, so good that you've come and your friend too. He took Peter by his hand and guided him into the parlour, "You know Peter, next time we realy should see eachother more, go to the theater, see ballet and opera, go to museums, exhibitions, I know you like that too. You know that's the reason why I come back each year to Amsterdam, there is so much to see here, but like always, time flies, so many other things to do. In March I'll be back and first thing I'll do is to call you and set up some appointments!"
There were many senators, dressed in white robes, a few centurions, but no one like Peter and John. Heads turned as they followed the major into the parlour. The major snipped his fingers and a waiter, dressed as a slave in only a small white loin cloth came rushing over offering them a plate with wine and champagne.
They both took a glas and looked around. Peter recognized a few faces, clients from his work. The doorbell rang and the major excused himself.
Everybody turned their heads when they heard a loud laughter coming from the entrance.
"Roman I said," the major said, lauging out load, "Roman Empire! Not the Roman church!"
"Who cares, it is Roman, isn't it?"
"Look what we have here, the pope himself." John wishpered into Peter's ear.
A man dressed up like the pope entered the room, holding up his ring so everyone could kiss it.
"Peter?" the pope said.
Peter looked at him then after a few seconds he recognized him, "Charles? Charles!, that's a long time ago!" The hugged eachother. "How are you?"
"Peter you look great. And so does your friend!" Charles let his hand roam over John's bare chest.
"Sorry, this is John, John this is Charles, one of my first clients."
As more drinks were poured the men became more bolder, hands grobing under skirts, soon the first senator lost his toga and was down on all fours to receive the blessing of a man dressed up like the Roman god Mars. A hand was rubbing Peter's crotch till full erection, the man went on his knees, licking and sucking him through the pouch. Peter looked around for John, he spotted him, resting against the wall, while a soldier and a stark naked guy were sicking his nipples. Good, at least he is enjoying himself too.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let the games begin!" The major shouted.
Two oiled up muscled guys entered the room, wearing just a loin cloth. The guest parted and the two guys started to wrestle in the center of the room.
"Wrestling, isn't that Greek?" a man behind Peter mumbled.
"Who cares, it's hot!" another replied.
They two guys rolled and wrestled, soon they were both naked, wrestling eachother with growing dicks.
"Mmmm, the guy behind Peter said and started to rub his hard cock against Peter's crack.
The room was now filled with the scent of oil and sweat and all the guest had hardons, tenting their toga's, some showing their cocks proudly, naked or at least naked from the waist down, some were jerking eachother. One of the wrestling boys was now pinned down to the floor. The men cheered, the major held up his hand to silence everybody, all eyes were on the major, he still held out his hand, the stuck up his thumb and turned his hand. They cheered again as the thumb was now pointed down and the wrestle boy on top smiled broadly. He slapped his hard cock against the other guy's buttocks, grabed the base of his oiled up cock and pushed it in. The boy underneath moaned loudly. All men were now jerking as they watch the two guys fuck.
Peter was pushed a bit forward and let out a sigh as he felt the guy behind him pushing in his cock. "O fuck!" Charles went down on his knees in front of him and started to suck his dripping cock.
All men were now fucking, kissing, sucking or licking. John was fucking one of the waiters while an other managed to get under them and licked both John's fucking pole and balls and the waiter's swinging balls.
Around midnight, most of the men were exhausted, the first were about to leave, searching for pieces of their customes. John, in just his sandals came over to Peter, who was lying on a couch with his head resting on some guys shoulder and his jockstrap tied around his wrist.
"Hey, Peter, let's go home."
"Sure. Let's try to find our stuff."
They didn't bother to put their cloths back on, they just put their coats on and with their customes under their arms they said goodbye to the major and waited for their taxi to arrive.
"Now we are realy perverts, anked under these coats!" John smiled. "That major really knows how to throw a party, God, I'm exhausted."