Peter watched Marcel getting dressed for his dinner. When he was done he turned around. "Very smart" Peter commented. Peter got up and started to get dressed too. "Wait!" Marcel said, "just want to feel your body one more time." Peter smiled, while Marcel's hands moved over his naked body. "Oh, you feel so good" Marcel said. Peter wrapped his arms around Marcel and kissed him deeply. Marcel hand landed hard on Peter's ass. Peter's only reaction was to push his groin harder into Marcel's. "Damn, you are so hot" Marcel said, "but I'll have to go now." "Me too, have to get to work" Peter replied and let go. While Peter got dressed, Marcel wrote down his address and handed it over to him. "Whenever you are in Cologne, just let me know." Peter looked down on the note, "Thanks, I will."
Once outside the hotel they shook hands. "Hope to see you again one day" Marcel said. "Same here" Peter said.
Slowly Peter walked over the canals with his hands in his pockets, caressing the note Marcel had given him. Yeah, Cologne, as if I would ever go there. His balls, cock and nipples still hurt. His cloths rubbing over his skin. For the first time he hated to work, knowing the men he would meet tonight could never match Marcel.
"You look worn out" Hans said the minute he saw Peter. Peter gave Hans a big grin. "Ah, one of those afternoons!" Hans smiled. One by one the other boys got in too. Peter chatted a while with the other guys, till the door bell rang. All the boys sat up straight, except for Peter. The men who came in were the usual clientele, business men who want to get off quickly before going home to their families. One man went over to Peter and offered him a drink. After the some small talk they went upstairs. The man wanted nothing special, Peter was glad of that. With his ass stuck up, he let the man fuck him. Peter encouraged him, telling how good he fucked and how great his cock felt in his ass. Peter's hand went between his legs, and reached for the man's slapping balls, soflty he squeezed them. "Yeah fuck me harder" Peter moaned, only hoping it would be over soon. He even felt a bit sorry for the guy, he was not that bad looking but he just was not in the mood for it right now. His mind went back to Marcel, who would be leaving soon to Cologne, Germany, too far away for him. Peter closed his eyes and gave a few moans, his mind shifted from Marcel to Jack, a man he really liked, but in a sense he was too far away too.
Peter tightened his ass muscle and groaned again. "O yes, yes, harder!" Peter shouted, squeezing the man's balls in his hands. "Ahhh, yes!" the man cried. Peter felt the man's cum shooting inside him, thank God for that, he thought.
When they got downstairs again, Peter told the master he was not feeling very well and that he'd like to go home. The master wished him well and gave him that night earning, which wasn't much with only one client. Peter avoided the busy streets with the bars, cinemas and theaters. He walked along the canal, he liked the silence. It was like if time had stopped here, the old houses, the trees hanging over the water. As he walked his mind went back to Jack again, thinking of Jack's muscular body he felt a stir in his balls. He realised now that he cared for Jack, maybe even loved him. He knew that Jack only used him to get off, to get what he couldn't get from his girlfriend. He hated Jack for that. Peter almost smiled at a thought, if Jack would have had more money he would be a regular client at the master's.
After the quiteness of the canals he entered his neighbourhood. As it was still warm, a lot of the people were still outside, the women gossiping with eachother, the men smoking and talking about sports. He turned the corner, he glanced up, no lights, so much the better, that would mean that Aunt Leo and Jack wouldn't be home yet. Just as he took out his key to open the door, Aunt Leo called for him. "Hey, Peter, come over here!" He turned and walked over to the cafe, she was sitting outside with some of the neighbours. "Too warm to go to bed anyway" she said, "you know, he works so hard every night from six till late" she said to the neighbours. "Have a drink, you need time to relax too" Aunt Leo said, and handed him her empty glass. Peter went inside, it was crowded and had to fight his way to the bar. He ordered gin for her and a beer for himself. As he turned, holding up the glasses, he stared straight in Jack's eyes. "Hi Peter." Someone bumped into Peter, almost knocking him over. Jack caught him, a not unpleasant shiver went to Peter. He managed to hold the glasses up. "I want you to meet someone" Jack said and pointed to the corner. Peter looked over, a big blond girl was sitting at a table, she smiled and waved at him. "That's Wilhelmina, why don't you join us?" "Uhh, can't, Aunt Leo is waiting for me" as if to prove it, he held up the glass with gin. "Right, well maybe some other time then, see you later" Jack headed to the bar to order.
"Mmm, thanks, kid" Aunt Leo said, "cheers, did you see Jack and his girlfriend?" "Yeah, I did." After having taking a sip of her drink, she started to giggle. "What so funny, Auntie?" "Her name, named after the queen, you know how Jack hates royalty, nobility, authority; o, dear what doesn't he hate. Guess his future inlaws are real admirers of the queen." Again she broke out in laughter. "Not such a good socialist name!" Peter couldn't help it and had to laugh too. "What's wrong, Peter, you look a bit worried" Aunt Leo finally managed to say. "Oh, nothing, guess just a bit tired." "Pst, there they are" Aunt Leo said, pointing at the open door. "I'm just going to see Wilhelmina home" Jack said. "Goodbye, dear" Aunt Leo said to Jack's girlfriend, and made a little bow. Wilhelmina looked a bit akward to Aunt Leo, who had a hard time holding back her laughter. "Well, see you later" Jack said and gave Peter a wink. Peter felt himself blush and his knees went a bit weak. Aunt Leo looked from Peter to Jack. The minute he and Wilhelmina turned and walked away, she caught Peter at his shirt and dragged him away from the neighbours.
Peter could not believe how strong she was, she pushed him against the wall. "Don't think I'm a old fool" Aunt Leo spat out. "What you mean?" "Come on, Peter, I know, remember it's an old house, with very thin walls! Look, I've known Jack longer than you, ever since you moved in, he has changed, looking brighter when you walk into the room, he's happier, always asking if I know when you will be back." Peter did not know how to react, he guessed she knew what's been going on in the bedroom. Would she thrown him out? She smiled at him reassuringly. "He's always going on about a new society, better for every one, you know equality and honesty" she let out a sarcastic laugh, "look at him, living in a lie himself". She was still holding on to his shirt, he was unable to move. "I don't care what people do or how they live, who am I to judge, I only know there is one thing that counts." "What's that then?" Peter managed to say. She let go of his shirt, her eyes drifted away and her face looked softer for a few seconds. "Love, Peter, love" she gave a deep sigh, "I only loved one person, my dear husband." For a few seconds she was lost in her toughts. Peter tried to move away. She snapped out of her day dream and her hand caressed his cheek. "You have to fight for him, if you really love him." Peter could not believe it and did not know what to say and do. "Remember dear, he has to choose, if he wants a quick fuck he should go to the red light district, don't let him use you." They were silent for a few minutes, Aunt Leo had still het hand on his cheek. "Guess you need a drink now, come on, let me get one for you." He watched her, limping her way into the cafe, pushing away people who crossed her path. Dear, dear Aunt Leo, he tought.
"Pst, Peter, Peter, are you still awake?" Peter did not react, held his eyes closed, he could sense Jack was staring right into his face. He had to fight back the urge to open his eyes and put his arms around Jack. "Damn" Jack murmured. Peter heard him move to the sink and opened his eyes just a little bit. Peter had left the curtains wide open, the room bathed in a silver light. He watched Jack getting undressed. When Jack stepped out of his pants, Peter's cock reacted at once. He could see Jack was hard, his underpants showed a big tent. He removed his undershirt revealing his big hairy torso. Jack turned around to check on Peter, again he called his name very softly while he squeezed the front of his underpants. Peter watched through his eyelashes every move. "Damn." Jack pulled down his underpants to his knees, his cock fully hard. He stroked it as he came over again. "Peter" he hissed. Peter made a snooring sound and turned his head, still pretending to be asleep. He just hoped that Jack didn't noticed his erection. Still stroking, Jack walked back to the sink. He turned around and rested his thighs against the edge of the sink. Peter had a wonderful view of his muscled hairy ass. With his cock above the sink Jack started to stroke. Peter watched Jack's ass tightening and relaxing with every stroke he made. His hand moved faster and his breathing became heavier. Peter licked his lips and grabbed his own hard cock. Soon Jack threw his head back, his buttocks clinged tight together, the muscles on his back flexed, with soft moans Jack let his cum fly into the sink. Peter saw how his body relaxed again. For a few seconds Jack rested both hands on the sink and let his head down, trying to get his breath back. Then he turned the tap and cleaned the sink, pulled up his underwear and stepped into bed.
Peter waited till he heard Jack's breathing changing into a soft snore. He threw away the sheet and jacked off quickly, after a few strokes his cock erumpted, biting his lips not to make a sound. His stomach and chest wet with cum. As he cleaned himself with a handkerchief he thought back at the words Aunt Leo had said. He pulled up the sheet and turned around, facing the wall. He knew she was right about, but he also knew that he couldn't bare the thought of not touching Jack.