Peter woke up as Jack climbed over him to get out of bed. With his eyes half open, he watched Jack washing him self. With a cloth he cleaned his broad hairy chest, washing away the drops of dried up cum. Jack leaned against the sink, and washed his heavy hairy balls. Peter could not help it, but under the blankets he reached for his hard cock, slowly jacking himself as he watched Jack rolling back his skin and washing the exposed head.
After he dried himself Jack got into his cloths, leaned over Peter and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning Peter". Peter opened his eyes, "Morning Jack, what's the time?". "Just seven, well, see you tonight". Peter gave Jack a wave as Jack looked over his shoulder just as he closed the door. Peter pulled the blankets over him again, he could still smell Jack. He did not have to start work till around six this evening so he decided to stay in bed for just a bit more.
When Peter got downstairs Auntie Leo had already left, he ate the sandwiched she had prepared for him. After his breakfast Peter went outside, with his money in his pocket he walked through the busy streets, every now and then he went into a store, "just looking" he said when a sales person approached him. In the afternoon he spent an hour in a cinema, watching some comedy. Peter felt great, this was the first time he had ever been to a real cinema.
When he got home again for his dinner, he was a bit disappointed that Jack was not there yet. "Well, dear you know how it goes" Auntie Leo said, "when a ship has to be unloaded they work till the job is done, here is your dinner, enjoy it". "Thanks" Peter said as he started to eat. "When you're finished just put your plate in the sink, think I just pop over to the cafe to have a chat". "Bye" Peter said, although she was an old drunk, he liked her very much.
At six he rang the bell again of the big house on the canal, Richard let him in. Gerard and some of the other boys were already there. Together they drank a glass of beer. They did not have to wait long before the first client called. "So good to see you again, it has been a while" the master greeted him. "He can be fun" Gerard whispered into Peter's ear. "Why?". "He likes to be spanked" Gerard giggled, "they say he is a judge!"
Peter watched the man as he drank a brandy with the master. He believed that the man was a judge, there was some kind of authority showing. He was in his mid fifties, balding, skinny and tall. Other guests came in, one walked straight to Gerard and together they left. The judge looked at Peter and asked him if he wanted to drink something. Before he could answer the master had placed another beer in front of him. "Yes, sir, he is new, just his second night here, but I don't know if he'll meets your requirements". The judge sat down next to Peter. "I like what I see" the judge said, "show me your hands". Peter held out his hands, the judge turned them and gave a smile. "Very nice, big hands and muscular, I like that". "Thanks" said Peter, and turned a bit so that their knees touched. The judge ran his hand over Peter's thighs. "mmm, nice solid legs you have, guess we'd better find a room for us". As they left the parlour, the master pulled Peter quickly aside, "play it ruff". Peter nodded, not really understanding what was to be expected from him. "On his ass!" the master said softly, just as Peter left.
Peter and the judge went upstairs. As the judge closed the door behind them, Peter started to unbutton his shirt. "No, don't" the judge said quickly, instead he started to strip, within a few second he stood naked in front of Peter. Peter felt a bit odd, fully dressed in front of the naked man. He looked over the man's naked body, the skinny chest was covered with grey hairs. Peter was not excited at all, and did not know what to do really, he could not start slapping the man. A little smile appeared on the man's face, "I've been bad, sir". Peter straightened his back, "Have you?!". "Yes sir, I'm sorry", the man said, with his head down. Peter started to pace around the room, "what have you done then?". The judge said nothing, just stared at the his feet. "Tell me!" Peter commanded as he walked in smaller circles around the naked man. Silence. The judge said nothing, Peter was now behind him. "Tell me, I said" whispering into his ear, "tell me what you've been doing". "....I, forgive me Sir, but ..... I played with myself". Peter had a hard time holding his laughter, luckily he was still behind the judge so the smile could not be seen. "You did what!, you filthy man!" Peter shouted directly in his ear, "How dare you!". "I know, I am sorry!" the man begged. Peter walked around the judge and stood only a few inches away, the judge had a full erection now, almost touching Peter's pants. "You are a pig!" Peter shouted. The judge stared to the floor again, still fully hard. Peter remembered the word of the master, and walked over to the bed where he sat down. "What are you?!" "A pig sir!" and the judge felt to his knees. So far so good, thought Peter. "I'll have to punish you for that" "I know Sir", on his knees the judge cam crawling to Peter. "You dirty little bastard!" shouted Peter. Without any encouraging the judge laid himself on Peter's lap, with his ass up. Here we go, Peter thought, and smacked his flat hand hard on the exposed ass. "Ohh, yes, I deserve this!" the judge cried. Peter hit the ass again and again, the white flesh was beginning to turn red. Peter stopped for a second or two, he could feel the hard cock of the judge pressing against his legs. "What are you?!" Peter shouted. "A pig, sir, I am a pig, please punish me, I need it, I have been bad, please". Again Peter's hands landed hard on the naked flesh. Peter felt his own cock react as his hands landed on the warm red ass. He kept on hitting the ass till his own hands started to hurt. All of a sudden the judge slided of Peter's lap, still on his knees and with his ass up, he begged Peter to fuck him. Peter got up and opened his fly, hit the ass again with his flat hand, he spat into his hand and rubbed the spit over his cock. "You dirty little fucker!" Peter shouted and drove his cock into the man's ass without any mercy. The judge started to moan loudly and Peter started to move his hips fast.
Peter realised that this was the first time he fucked a man, feeling the warmth of the ass around his cock gave him a new sensation, he started to pomp faster and faster. "You are filth!" he shouted. "Oh yes I know!". Although it felt good having his cock in a warm nice ass, Peter did not want to blow his load on this guy, sure it was all new and exciting, but the evening had just started. 'The client comes always first' he remembered the master saying. His hand landed on the naked ass again. The judge gave a loud cry. "Tell me what you are!" "I am a pig, sir, I am filthy" Peter felt the ass around his cock tightening, the body under him started to shiver. " You swine!" and again Peter's flat hand landed on the reddish flesh "Oh yessssssss" the judge cried, his whole body trembled and with a load moan the judge shot his load. Peter waited till the judge stopped shocking and pulled out his hard cock. with his foot he kicked the judge down to the floor, right into the puddle of cum. "Pig!" Peter shouted, for a second he thought he had gone to far, but then the judge rolled over on his back and with a wide grin he thanked Peter. "Get dressed" Peter ordered and put his still hard cock back into his pants. Standing over the judge with his feet spread wide he looked down at the man, who was still enjoying the afterglow. Peter spat down right on the man's face, and walked out the room.
As soon as the master saw Peter returning to the parlour he came over. "Everything okay?" Peter shrugged his shoulder, "I guess so, he did cum". "But where is he?" the master wanted the know. Just as Peter was to open his mouth the judge stood behind the master, placing his hand on his shoulder. "I don't know where you get those boys, but the are getting better and better". The judge gave Peter some extra money before he went with the master to pay his bill.
Peter took another beer, still could not believe that a guy wanted to get spanked. Just as he took a sip Hans returned to the parlour, followed by a man who quickly left. Hans sat next to Peter, crossed his legs, so that the pink satin robe he wore split, revealing the black stockings he was wearing. "looks like you had a easy one too" Hans said. "Yep". "Me too, thanks good for that, that man smelled awful, you now I only had to parade around the room just my stockings and high heels. He did it all my himself" Hans smiled and gave a sigh, "wish there were more like him".
All the other boys were upstairs with guests, only Peter and Hans were alone with the master. In silence Peter drank his beer while Hans was chatting with the master. Just as Peter was getting bored the doorbell rang again. There was some noise in the hall. "Oh, I do hope that they are not drunk!" Hans said. The door opened, behind Richard there were six sailors, laughing and kidding to each other. One of them was a black man. This was the first time in his life that Peter actually would meet a black man. Like the other sailors he was big and muscular. "Do hope that the others will be finished soon" Hans hissed in Peter's ear, "six of them is a bit much for just the two of us!".
The master greeted them warmly and started to pour their drinks. The sailors were drinking and talking to each other, every now and then one of them pointed at one of the painting of naked men and boys. Peter could not take his eyes of the black sailor, he was amazed how white his teeth were every time he smiled, he wondered if his dick was darker then the rest of his body. The sailor saw him looking at him and for a moment their eyes were locked. The sailor ran his tongue over his fat lips, and gave a wink. Peter felt himself blush and a stir.
The black sailor left his mates and walked over to Peter. "Hi, I am Steve" and extended his hand. "I'm Peter" and shook the big hand, "nice to meet you". Steve gave another big grin, which made Peter almost drool.
"Hey Steve, come back here!" one of the others called. "See you later, sweetie" and Steve left. Peter was amazed about Steve's round ass and how tight his trousers fitted him.
"Be careful, dear" Hans whispered "they are usually very huge, and believe I know". "He looks very nice" Peter remarked.
After a minute or so Steve and one of his mates returned to Peter again. "Peter, this is Will, do you like another drink?" "Thanks". Here you go, Peter, a nice brandy" the master said, "gentlemen, why don't you get comfortable on one of the sofa's". Steve and Will followed Peter to the other side of the room, and they sat down with Peter in the middle. "Cheers" Peter said and took a sip, feeling the brandy burning inside him. Two hands were on his thighs, slowly running up and down. His blood seem to run faster and he felt his cock getting hard. Steve noticed that too and placed his hand on Peter's fly. "Mmm, very nice, you are a big boy" Will kissed him in his neck, making him throw his head to Steve, who placed his soft warm lips on Peters and pressed his tongue in. With his hands Peter felt both Steve and Will's crotch, both were hard and big, slowly he started to squeeze the bulges, making both men moan softly.
In the mean time Gerard had returned to the parlour too and was greeted warmly by the other sailors. "O man, if you keep this up I'm gonna cream my pants" Steve said. "That would be such a waste" Peter answered him and sucked Steve's tongue back in his mouth. Will had opened Peter's fly and bent over to take his cock into his mouth. "I think we'd better go upstairs" Peter suggested. "I fully agree". With his hard cock out of his pants Peter and the sailors went upstairs.
Once in the room Steve pulled Peter's body against him, Peter, with his back to Steve's chest let himself rest against that big hard body, feeling the man's cock pushing against his ass. Hans was right, Peter thought, it is a big one. Steve turned Peter's head gently so that he could kiss Peter deeply. Will dropped to his knees and pulled Peter's pants down, freeing the rigid cock. "O man, just love uncut guys!" with that he pushed his tongue under the skin. Meanwhile Steve had started the unbutton Peter's shirt and was now running his dark hands over Peter's white chest. Peter leaned back even more while Steve pushed his hips forward. "Gonna burst out of these pants" Steve laughed. "Get them off then". Peter reached behind him and managed to unbutton the pants. With some trouble the pants fall to the floor and Steve's naked hard cock pressed against Peter's bare ass. Only now Peter could feel the full length and thickness. Peter gently pushed Will from his cock, and turned around, he had to see and feel that cock. He hardly could believe his eyes, the black cock was thick and felt heavy in his hand, he had to use both his hands to hold the throbbing meat, a big drop of pre-cum leaked out of the head. He smeared it around the bare dark head. Peter had heard about cut cock but had never seen one. He liked what he saw. He bent over and kissed the head, with the heavy balls in his hands he started to suck the head.
Behind him he heard Will getting naked and soon he felt Will's wet tongue licking his balls from behind. With his hands Peter moved to the hairy chest of Steve, 'even the chest hairs are different', he thought, as he moved over the broad chest. Steve took his head in his hands and pushed Peter further over his cock. Will moved his tongue to Peter's ass. "Yeah wet it good for me" Steve said.
Sucking and licking they moved to the bed. Steve turned Peter around and lifted his ass up. For a split second Peter panicked, how could he ever get that huge cock inside, it was even bigger then Jack's. All fears were gone the second he felt Steve tongue starting to circle around his ass and Will has manoeuvred himself under Peter so he could suck take Peter's cock into his mouth. Peter moaned loudly as Steve pushed is tongue into his ass as far possible. Leaning forward he could reach Will's cock, not as big as Steve's but still a nice piece. "Love you ass, man". "Want you to fuck me" Peter begged, "but please.." and pointed at the jar of Vaseline. Steve placed a kiss on Peter's ass and grabbed the jar. Two greased up fingers entered his ass, Peter pushed his body back. "Yes, fuck me!" Quickly Steve withdrew his fingers. Peter then felt the big head pushing against his sphincter. Steve pressed on, pushing his hips forward till the head was in. Peter felt tears in his eyes, but as Steve pushed on the pleasure overtook, pushing his ass back he felt the thick big cock entering him deeper and deeper. I thought he would cum as the cock head touched his prostate, and still Steven pushed his cock further in, finally he felt the huge balls hitting his ass. Both Steve and Peter let out a sigh. "Ready, boy?" Steve asked. "Yeah" Peter answered.
Steve started to move his hips, Peter had to steady himself on Will's legs, and tried to suck his cock at the same speed as Steve fucked him. Steve moved fast, pulling his cock out and plunging it back in again. Peter could not suck Will's cock anymore, he could only moan and cry out each time Steve thrust his cock in right to the base. At one point Peter was crying, not because of the pain but of pure pleasure, he felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to shoot his load right in Will's throat. Will sensed it too and sucked faster, pushing his tongue into Peter's sum slit and squeezing Peter's balls harder. "Oh yes! yes!!!" Peter shouted. Cum was spurting right into Will's throat, who moaned loud and swallowed it all. Steve yelled as Peter's ass contracted around his moving cock. "O fuck, man, gonna shoot right in that hot cunt of yours!" Peter felt the hot seed in his ass, causing him to cry out again. Spur after spur was shot into Peter's ass, he felt it burning inside him. It felt like if Will kept on sucking his cum out of his balls, his whole body trembled. Steve collapsed on top of Peter, kissing his back and his neck. "O man that was the hottest boy pussy I ever had!" Slowly he pulled out of Peter, his cock landed on Will's face. "Hey man, get that cock out of my face, want some of that pussy too!" Steve rolled off from Peter and Will took his place.
Peter's ass had been stretched to it limits and he hardly felt Will entering him. Steve laid next to Peter so that he could push his tongue into his mouth. They kissed deep and passionately while Will fucked Peter's ass. Every now and then Steve cheered Will to fuck harder and faster. Peter reached between his legs and got hold of Will's bouncing balls, gently he squeezed them, making Will groan. Will's breathing became heavier and faster he pushed his cock all the way in again and held it there while Peter could feel another load of cum in his ass.
The three of them laid side by side on the bed, Steve lighted a cigarette which was passed around. Peter felt totally worn out and wondered if his ass would ever close again. After their smoke he watched the two sailors wash themselves. "Want another drink?" Will asked while he and Steve got dressed. "Sure, meet you two downstairs". The sailors went downstairs, Peter got out of bed and started to wash himself, his ass was still wide open, with cum dripping out.
When he walked downstairs his ass hurt a bit, 'wow' he thought 'what a fuck that was!'. With a big smile on his face he entered the parlour again, where Steve and Will were already waiting for him with another brandy. Most of the sailors were still upstairs, only one was left. Hans was being fucked on the floor, right in the middle of the parlour, with his legs right up in the air, he was screaming like girl. At the bar Peter, Will and Steve drank, touching each other, every now and then they kissed. They all looked up as the sailor roared, Hans too began to groan and one of his high heel shoes fell of his foot landing on the sailor's back. "Sounds as they are having a good time" Will remarked. "I know I had,........ still having it" Steve smiled and kissed Peter again.
Soon all the sailors and the boys were back in the parlour, all the boys looked worn out. After they paid their bills the sailors left, not after a lot of kissing and hugging. Peter sat down on one of the soft sofas, glad to be off the bar stool.
The master looked around with a smile, "Richard, I think we can lock up for the night, the boys seem to be a bit tired". "No wonder, Sir, they had been on sea for weeks!" one of the boys said. "Well, it almost midnight anyway and it is a weekday after-all, it has been a very good evening, that's what I like about those sailors" the master said as he tossed empty bottles in a bin, "they don't mind spending their money once on shore".
After they had been paid the boys said goodbye. Peter headed for home, again with a pocket full of money. He had to open a saving account or something he thought. When he crossed the bridge he stood still and looked down into the dark water. He could hardly believe how his life had changed, only a week ago he had lived in a small village, not knowing of anything he had done the past few days. Although he was tired, he hoped that he could sleep with Jack again tonight. At the thought of Jack his cock made a little jump, he smiled to himself.
"Hello Sir" a woman's voice said. Peter looked to his left, a girl about his age, was standing a few feet away from him. "Hello" Peter answered. "Want to have a good time?" she asked him, while she turned to him and opened her coat. Peter stared to her breast, pushed up by her bra. "No thanks, I already had a good time". "You're sure? I'll do anything for such a handsome guy as you". Peter smiled, "really, don't waste your time on me, it is no use". He turned and started to walk away. "Hey" she said as she came after him, "you mean you are a homosexual?". Peter stopped, "a what?" "Homosexual" the girl repeated, "if you want you can fuck me in my ass, really, I don't mind". Peter looked at her, "homosexual" he repeated. "Yeah, you know, queer, you like men then" Peter grinned now broadly, "o yes, I do like men!". "Just my lucky night" "See you" Peter said and started walking again, "a homosexual" he said to himself. "Bye".
As he turned the corner of his street he could see the light still burning in the kitchen. "Hey Peter!" He looked to his left, and saw Aunt Leo waving at him. "Come over, dear" For a moment Peter hesitated, if the light were on it could only mean that Jack was home, alone. "Come on" Aunt Leo said again. He crossed the street, she was standing outside the cafe with some neighbours. "Looks like you need a drink" she said. "I am very tired, really should go to bed now". " O, come on, you're still young, and believe me dear, you won't get any sleep now" pointing at her house, "Jack has his communist friends over tonight" She emptied her glass and handed it over to Peter, "while you get your drink bring another one for me too". Peter returned with a beer and a gin. "Thanks dear, cheers, aah lovely" she said as she took a large sip. "So he has his friend over then" Peter started. "Yeah, all going on how we are being exploited and stuff like that, you know I had to come here, couldn't hear another word of that crap". Peter drank his beer fast, he wanted to go to bed, with or without Jack. "Just imagine" Aunt Leo said, "they are planning a revolution!" she started to laugh loudly. Peter could not help it but he had to laugh too, she had a catching laughter, some of the other people joined in too. "A revolution starting in my kitchen, ha!!".
Peter finished his beer, told Aunt Leo goodnight and hurried home. It was as she had told him, Jack and five others had a lively debate, words like 'the people, equal, poverty and power' could be heard. Peter popped his head around the door to say hello to Jack, Jack only nodded to him. As Peter closed the door again and headed to his bedroom he could hear Jack saying that it was a crime that a boy his age should work so late. Peter just smiled and started to undress. The moment he hit the pillow he fell asleep, dreaming of a ship full of black sailors with huge hard cocks, of Jack walking naked on high heels through the streets with a red flag and a raging hard-on.