Chapter 47
After a good morning fuck Peter kissed John quickly on his lips and got into the shower.
God how he loved this, his own shower, he closed his eyes and let the warm water cascade over his body, washing away the sweat and sperm. Soon two big hands soaped up his body, he rested his head back against John's broad chest. O fuck, maybe he needed another fuck!
Softly John nibbled his ears. He felt his balls tingle.
"Maybe we should dry off and get to bed again," Peter said as he turned around and pushed his tongue deep into John's mouth.
"Mmmm, I'd love too, but you're a bit too much for an old guy like me, I need time!" John replied, "I still haven' recovered." He move d his soapy hands down to Peter's growing cock.
"My, oh my, you are always ready I guess." John went down on his knees and for a moment he admired Peter's erection. Then he pulled away his foreskin, exposing the head to the streaming water.
Peter let a sigh and pulled back a bit, the water did hurt a bit, well to be honest it felt just right, making his cock even harder.
John looked up to him and opened his mouth. He grabbed Peter at his balls, and slowly he took him in, all the way, right to the base.
Peter steadied himself, with one hand on John's shoulder and one hand against the tiles.
"Oh, fuck, this feels so good!" he moaned, as he started to thrust his hips, watching his pole sliding in and out between John's lips.
The warm tongue around his head, the warm mouth and lips around his shaft, his balls being pulled and rolled around in that big warm wet hand. He could cum any minute now, but he tried to hold back, wanted this to last forever. Then he felt finger slipped into his ass. Oh, fuck this was it!
Peter let out a low groan as his cock erupted, his seed shooting down John's throat.
Spurt after spurt and John swallowed it all. When he came to his senses again he looked down. John, with his dick in his mouth, on his knees, eyes closed, swallowing his cum. He couldn't help it but he had to smile, all of a sudden he felt powerful, right here in the shower with John on his knees cleaning his cock. He withdrew his cock, and slapped it a bit into John's face. John tried to catch his cock with his open mouth. John managed to catch it, not that Peter mind, and sucked the last drops of his juice out.
"Not only a great ass, but also a perfect cock." John said as he got up. "Now let's have some coffee!"
"Shall I make breakfast?" Peter asked as he poured the two of them coffee.
"Let's have a early lunch in town, on the way to the station."
"You mean you don't stay for the day, I thought you were going to stay for the weekend."
"Peter, I would love to, but tomorrow I have an important meeting and I have to prepare for it."
Peter was disappointed but he didn't say anything, he knew John was a busy man.
It was around two when they said goodbye at Central Station. A handshake a quick hug, how Peter had love to press his lips on Johns, hold him for another few minutes. As John got into the wagon Peter turned around and hurried out of the station, away from the lovers, kissing and saying goodbye, relatives shouting to meet eachother again soon. He walked over the Damrak, the meanstreet, God he hated all the people on the street, strolling around, hand in hand, arms around eachother. People enjoying themselves, enjoying maybe the last sunny day, enjoying eachothers company. He felt lonely, he passed the full terraces, the queues at the cinemas, he walked on, shutting everybody out, with his eyes looking at the pavement he walked on.
Behind the palace he got the tram, he even got a seat, he fat lady sat next to him.
"A lovely day, isn't it, sir, well, I mean for the time of the year. All that rain the past few days, believe me we'll have an early fall, I just hate rain and these storms..."
At first Peter nodded but the woman kept on talking, he turned his head and looked out of the window, seeing the people strolling on the pavement, leaves of the trees falling down on the water of the canals. Just an ordinary Sunday for so many people, a day to spend with friends and family.
"Well a nice day to you, sir, mind you, I tell you this is the last beautiful day we'll have for a long time, so enjoy it!"
"Good day, madam." Peter managed to say. He watched her getting out of the tram, just as the tram rode off he saw another woman with a child running toward her, greeting her, kissing her, a grandmother visiting her daughter and grandchild?
The next stop he got off, to walk a bit through the park, he was in no hurry to get home.
Here too, families strolling, little children covering another with fallen leaves, all one happy crowd.
He stopped as he heard a familiar sound, Fiffy, the little dog came running up to him, happy as only a dog can be, with his tail moving as fast as possible, first jumping up to him, then laying on his back so Peter could rub his belly.
Peter had to smile and bent forward, "Hey little friend," tickling its belly, "How are you today? I guess you're always happy, aren't you? You're so lucky, yes you are! Always someone to love you and play with you, yes you're a good little dog!"
Fiffy jumped up and Peter caught her in his arms. "You crazy little fool!" He said, as Fiffi
licked his nose and face.
"Sorry about that". A man's voice said.
Peter put Fiffi back to the ground.
"Remember me?"
"Sure, Tom, wasn't it? What are you doing here with Fiffi? Good thing your colleagues don't see you walking a sissy dog like Fiffy."
"Oh Peter, please stop about that. I said I was sorry. We had a busy week, we just wanted to get off. No big deal, one guy said that this was the best whorehouse to get a blow job."
"Yeah I know, but a little bit of respect isn't that difficult."
"I know, but I did apologise afterwards, and I did mean it."
"You called me a fag, remember."
"Sorry, but that was only because my colleagues were there, God, they would have killed me if I said that I like to return the favour!"
Fiffi barked and both Peter and Tom scratched her head for a moment their fingers crossed in the fur.
"Yeah sure. Is it your dog, eh... Tom?"
"No, the dog of my landlady, we live just down the street there." Fiffi now jumped up and down him and Tom, who laughed and threw a branch, "Fetch it Fiffi!"
Peter smiled as he saw the little dog run after it. "Tom, I always believe when a man is good for pets he can't be too bad."
Tom's face lighted up, "trust me Peter, I'm a real friendly guy, well at least I try to be."
Fiffi returned and placed the branch at his feet.
"Good girl!" Tom picked it up and threw it away again, Fiffi run after it.
"Maybe you are, Tom, I guess we just have to see."
"Hey, what are you doing this afternoon? Want go to the movies, maybe have a drink or a sandwich afterwards?"
Again Fiffi returned with the branch and jumped up against Tom.
"Yeah why not, I have nothing else to do."
"Fine then, let's go." Tom put Fifi on the leash, "Let's get her home."
"My turn, I guess." Peter said as they finished their beers. He got and went over to the bar. Sofar, it hadn't been bad at all. Tom had told him about his parents, about his job at a lawfirm, he was only 5 years older than Peter and looked like a ice guy afterall.
"Here you go." Peter placed the beer on the small table between them.
"What about you?" Tom asked.
"Nothing much to tell, really, my mum died when I was two, and since then I haven't seen my father sober. With the tittle money I had a bought a one way train ticket to Amsterdam."
"When did you realise you like men?"
Peter smiled, "only when I got my job here, never really thought about it before. And you?"
Tom leant forward, "I was fourteen, it was a very hot day, I came home from school earlier then usual, I think the teacher was sick or something, anyway, my parents weren't home, I went up to my room, undressed, to have a wank, but when I looked out of the window, I saw our gardener cutting the roses, only wearing his sweaty underpants, nothing more. I quickly ran down, naked, and jumped into the pool. I pretended to be startled when I saw him, me naked in the pool and the gardener just a few meters away. I said that I didn't know he was around. He answered that it was allright, saying that it was so hot it was better to wear nothing or as little as possible. I asked him to jump in too. He did, later we laid in the grass, both with hard dicks, we kissed, felt around, sucked, and stroked."
"Hang on, a pool? A gardener? Must be a nice place your parents have."
"True, in fact, my dad bought it for my mother, she wanted to start a small hotel, but she got ill, now they just live there, well in just a part of the house. By the way the pool is not that big."
"You've been with girls?" Peter wanted to know.
"I tried, but not my thing, they're, I don't know, so soft, it takes ages to arouse them and you always have to be gentle with them! Well I haven't been with much guys either, the occasionally fondle in the park, but not much more."
Tom emptied his glass, "Another one?
"Sure!"
After another few drinks they went to a cinema.
Peter felt Tom's leg pressing against his. True the seats were a bit tight, but when he pushed back, Tom only pressed harder. He looked at him, Tom looked at the screen, he had a nice smile on his face. When Tom felt he was being watched he turned his head to Peter and gave a quick wink and turned his eyes back to the screen.
Peter found himself looking more at Tom than at the film. Thank God it was dark, too dark for anyone to see his growing bulge.
When they got out of the cinema it was getting dark and colder.
"Shall we have a drink before we go home?"
"Fine," Peter answered, "just one more."
They drank their beers, standing at the bar, they drank slowly, both not knowing what to do next. Peter considered asking Tom home, but he was not sure, was Tom just looking for another quick blowjob? To be honest he wouldn't say no.
"Gentlemen, another one? You know, this is a bar, you're supposed to drink! Or are you going for a new world record to see how little one can drink in an hour?" The bartender asked.
Tom finished his beer, "Come on, Peter, let's get home."
On the tram home they couldn't find a seat so they stand holding the handles, with each turn their bodies touched for a second.
When they got off the tram and walked the short distance through the park, Tom pointed. "That path leads to the rose gardens, the mean reason why I walk that dog in the evening. Most of the times, nothing happens, just guys lurking around with their hands in their pockets. I do envy you Peter, you know that? I mean, you have sex with so many men and even get paid for it!"
"It's not that great, yes, sometimes, I do enjoy it, but most of the times it's just another job, you have to do it even when you don't feel like it. Out of the ten times, only one time is nice, that is if you're lucky."
"Tom! There you are!"
Before both of them could react, little Fifi was jumping up and down between them.
"Oh, Mrs. Bakker, hi Fifi."
I thought you would do the last walk!"
"Sorry I met my friend here and went into town."
She looked at Peter and smiled, "O, it's you, so you're a friend of both Fifi and Tom!"
No problem Tom, next time just tell me, would you, dear." She put Fifi back on the leash and handed it over to Tom.
"Well Peter, hope we can meet again another evening."
"Yeah, me too."
"Soon, I hope,"
Peter smiled, "Hope so too, Tom, goodnight."
When Peter laid in his bed he did something he had done for a while, he jacked off.