NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on August 12, 1992 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Acam
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Ninth notebook
I met Higgins and spent a day with him (but not in his bed - maybe I am not his type) and he tested me out practically. Conclusion - I was hired as an escort for his agency. He also suggested I take part in a movie for him in future. Then I got my wardrobe too - a lot of fine clothes, all rather elegant and sexy.
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What can I say about the customers? There are really all kinds and a much wider assortment than my johns at home. Very few of them are steady patrons. Almost all are just passing through and staying for a few days or longer. In contrast with my friends in Italy here we boys don't tell each other about our adventures not even about the most unusual ones.
After work I usually go round gay premises with Samba and Hansel. But in our contract there is the condition that we are not to have johns apart from those the agency provides. We can have our private adventures but not paying johns. If somebody wanted to pick us up for money outside we must refuse or tell them to go through the agency. No problem.
In a disco a French boy came on to me all evening but though he was nice, I didn't feel like going with him so nothing happened.
I'm still sleeping (in their bed) with Hansel and Samba but I'm looking for a place elsewhere to give them some space. Hansel sleeps in the middle almost always. One night I woke up because Hansel's little arse (we sleep totally naked) was rubbing against my hard cock. I stroked his chest and he caressed my hand to show me he was awake and pushed himself more against me.
I then stretched out a hand and Picked up gel and a condom from the night table and carefully prepared his hole and the long insertion began... As we were both on our left side I started to fuck him gently so as not to shake the bed so that we wouldn't wake Samba up. It was really exciting to do it like that - almost stealthily. It's not that Samba would have had any objection - he would probably just have joined us - but it was a very exciting kind of game. I fucked him for a good while, quietly but deeply and with one hand I teased his beautiful cut cock and with the other I fondled his small hard nipples. Hansel put a handkerchief in front of him to come in so that there would be no danger of ejaculating on Samba (who was still sleeping unaware in front of him).
We came almost together. Hansel cleaned himself up and threw the handkerchief on the floor behind me and then turned towards me and kissed me deeply on my mouth for a good time.
"A very good fuck." he whispered. Yes, it had been a very good fuck.
Later I woke up again. The same thing was happening between Hansel and Samba. I pretended to be asleep but feeling those slight movements so close to me and imagining the scene, got me aroused again. Through my slitted eyelids I had glimpses of the smile on Hansel's face while Samba was fucking him. It's not that Hansel prefers to be a bottom; he just enjoyed that role that night. Anyway the whole time we slept together we only had a threesome once. But when we did it that was a wild occasion.
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I had a famous English singer as a patron. He paid to have me for forty-eight hours. He was really sexy but a little weird. When we went out shopping, I followed him and carried his parcels but he chatted with me like with a friend and asked my advice and so on. In bed (sometimes after his show, sometimes before and so either in the afternoon or almost at dawn) he liked to spread whipped cream on me and then lick me clean. Then I had to fuck him in the arse in every possible position. "Food and sex" was what he said he needed. Then he liked to have a shower with me. He gave me a CD of a performance with his autograph. I've heard that whenever he comes to Amsterdam he goes to the Higgins to choose a boy and each time he wants a different one.
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In a sauna one day when I walked around to look at what might be going on I saw a group of six people who were having sex in a cubicle with the door wide open. I was ready to walk away when something caught my attention. I looked carefully and then saw that among them almost at the centre of the orgy was an unbridled Gigi. So I went to sit at the bar where I could see the door of that cubicle, and waited for Gigi to come out to say goodbye to him.
A little more than thirty minutes later I saw Gigi come out with a towel around his hips barely covering his slowly softening erection. I went up to him and he recognised me at once and smiled broadly.
"Niki! What a pleasure to see you again! How are you?"
"Really fine. But you how come you are still in Amsterdam? Didn't you have to go back to start your job?"
"Yea, for that fucking awful job! I made up my mind. I called home and told them that I had found a job here and so I would stay here. They made a fuss but they can't do anything - I'm now of age."
"A job? What are you doing?"
"I was hired in a pizza shop. They give me a bed. They pay me a bit and meals. For the moment it suits me well. And once in a while I come here for some amusement."
"And... you like?"
"Here? Well it was better with you but yes, I'm enjoying myself like a little pig. And, you know... well I'm a little ashamed but... you and I are friends, aren't we?"
"Of course."
"Sometimes a man gives me money so my wages get a supplement..."
I burst out laughing and gave him a pat on his shoulder and said, "You are smart fucking hell! Yes you're really smart."
He smiled as if relieved by my absolution and then said, "Holy shit, if I knew I would meet you here I wouldn't have done it."
"Done what?" I asked, curious.
"Just now in there. I did it with five people at once and came a couple of times. No, three... So I am now worn out and I would have preferred to do it with you. But did you find a job by the way?"
"Yes."
"And what?"
"I... a tourist's escort..."
"Ah, a really good job. A kind of tourist guide right?"
"Well, sort of."
"Hell, but you're lucky as you know languages... Listen I would like to offer you supper. But unfortunately I can't take you to my room afterwards as I sleep with a yokel pizza maker and so... Can we go to your place?"
"No, I am sleeping with two foreign boys too..."
"What a pity. But we can exchange addresses and meet again. And who knows? maybe we could find a place where... I really want to do it again with you do you know? I have been thinking of you a lot, do you know? So far you are absolutely the best one."
"Maybe that is just because I was your first."
"No, no. It's because, for all the rest, I'm a little more than a cock and an arsehole and sometimes even less than that. To you I was... I felt that ... you cared for me. Am I wrong?"
"No, you are right. But I... seduced you."
"Thank goodness! If it was one of those men I might easily have run away. Fucking shit, just a few months ago if somebody had told me I am gay, I would have bashed his face in. And now it's the other way round..."
"But are you sure you are gay? You could be bisexual - there are plenty of them did you know?"
"I don't give a shit any more about women and on the other hand I get aroused by and can fuck like a rabbit with men. How would you call somebody like that?"
"But maybe it is just curiosity or the effect of experimenting at first..."
"No way! So far I have only done it with three girls in Italy. Here on the other hand I can't keep count of the men I've done it with any more. By the way, have you got a boyfriend here in Amsterdam?"
"No, not yet. Have you?"
"Not at all. But I think I would like to especially if it was someone like you."
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I meet Gigi once in a while but we still haven't had occasion to have sex. I left Samba and Hansel and found a studio with Sean, an American boy of twenty-three. He looks a bit like Jeff Dillon (his cock too). We have sex quite seldom as he says he has enough or even too much with what he has to do with our patrons. But the few times we have done it it was something to write home about!. He is a really formidable fucker and he gives me wonderful blow-jobs and swallows it all. Sometimes he lets me fuck him too but he likes being a top best.
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Samba told me that he has a Swiss patron who is an industrialist in the field of precision instruments who comes here to Amsterdam once a month to negotiate the purchase of industrial diamonds. Each time he stays here for three or four days but he books with the agency in advance to reserve Samba as his escort. As soon as he gets here he wants Samba to go to his hotel and stay with him all day. Samba says the guy is thirty-eight, has a nice body (he plays tennis and rides) and he screws like a god! In short, Samba is really fond of him. His name is Jean Luc and is a man with plenty of money.
I've the feeling that Samba is beginning to lose his heart to that Swiss man but maybe the thing is reciprocal because Jean Luc apart from always and only asking for Samba is gradually giving him more and more beautiful presents. Sometimes it happens that our patrons give us a little present especially if they are particularly pleased with us. But the guy in question got to give Samba a gold watch - of course a Swiss one. I asked Hansel what he thinks of it, as he has been with that Jean Luc and he told me that the Swiss guy never gave him or anyone else a present and so... At least he must be really pleased with Samba.
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I asked Sean if sometimes I could take Gigi home and he left the room free for me by going to spend the evening at a disco. So Gigi could have sex with me at last. He is way more uninhibited than he was when we began and he gave me a really good evening. I haven't got much to teach him any more. I think he might be successful as a boy in an agency but I don't intend to suggest it to him. Then Sean came back and I saw that the two were looking at each other with some interest. I warned Sean I didn't want Gigi to discover we are escort boys and he kept my secret.
I think that if I left those two alone they would have ended up in bed together - I can recognize in Sean's eyes the light that shows when he is turned on. But at two in the morning I would not have known where to go or on what pretext I could leave them alone so nothing happened and Gigi went home. Later in bed Sean asked me lots of questions about Gigi and was so much turned on that he wanted to have sex with me. I could well see Sean and Gigi together.
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I heard from my friends by phone. Everything was just as usual. Giorgio still visits them sometimes but "less than he used to" as Mauro said. They have not yet found a sixth boy to replace me. They said they hope I will go back so they are keeping a free place for me. I asked them for news about some of my former johns. Jimmi told me that Fulvio seems to be almost normal as he doesn't think so much about his son. Sparrow told me that now Cesare takes him home and they have threesomes with Cesare's boyfriend, Michele. Mauro goes on meeting Alberto and Pio and told me that Abdel often asks him about me and sends me his greetings. Stefano and Lorenzo haven't shown up any more. Renato goes on calling Zio.
About Zio: MemŽ told me that finally Zio declared that he loves him! Zio asked MemŽ to live together with him for ever and they even bought matched rings for each other. They celebrated the "official nature" of their relationship at home with the friends and Giorgio went for the occasion.
Thieves tried to break open the door to the apartment but something or someone disturbed them so they didn't break in. The boys have changed the door and put in an armoured one now.
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I took part in my first hard porn movie. The plot was about a penal colony on a small island and I was the newcomer who was in danger of being raped by all the others but the boss of the inmates took me as his personal boy with a good final fuck scene. I was not the principal actor - the main actor was the boss who appeared in almost all the scenes. I appeared in only three scenes but I cut a good figure. We had to repeat some of the scenes as many as three times to allow the cameras to take them from different points of view... and every time was a real fuck! And floods of spunk.
The only thing I didn't like is that one always has to pull out of arses and mouths to come... The cameramen who shot the scenes didn't bother or embarrass me at all. They don't even get a hard-on they are so used to filming hardcore pictures. On the other hand the "boss" always fucked me with real gusto; he wasn't acting at all. They say that the take is much better when the participants are enjoying it.
I really liked a platinum blond who was playing the part of a warden. I spent every night with him between one day's work and the next. His name was Paul and he had the really handsome face (and the rest of him wasn't bad either) of a 'good' boy (he really is a good boy) but when he is in bed (and on the set) he changes into a satyr. When he gets a hard-on his cock stands up parallel to his belly. Paul told me he loves Latinos with an uncut cock like me and that in the States he often fucks with Puerto Ricans.
Paul is the eldest son of a university teacher and he graduated in anthropology but he likes to study uses and customs of people in bed more than in the field. He told me that he only realised he was gay when he was eighteen when he enrolled in the navy and his swimming instructor (as luck would have it, a Puerto Rican) seduced him. Their first time happened in the showers.
He makes a living now doing hard porn gay movies for Higgins and by posing as a model mainly for Bel Ami for gay magazines and by doing strip tease in several clubs around the world apart from being a very high class escort (one hour with him can cost as much as 500 dollars!) He doesn't have a steady boyfriend; he says he likes to amuse himself by playing the field at least for the time being.
He showed me a large thick picture album (which now includes a picture of me) with the pictures of almost all those with whom he had fucked together with his own best pictures. It was an impressive collection. Among the men he had there was an Olympic swimming champion with a gold medal, a very famous young American movie actor that I always liked a lot (I didn't know he was gay) and a scion of the international jet set... A beautiful life!
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Samba is excited - Jean Luc asked him to go and live with him in Switzerland. I reminded him of his misadventure with that bastard Arnaldo and told him not to deceive himself and set his hopes too high.
"But Jean Luc is different... Moreover, how do you say it in Italy 'Nothing venturous, nothing gainful'."
"Nothing venture: nothing gain." I corrected him.
"Well, yes as you say. But I like Jean Luc too much both as a person and as a man. Even if it were doomed to end badly I would enjoy him in the meantime... But then... oh Niki, I think I'm in love with him do you see? And he may be with me too."
"What does Hansel say?"
"To be careful - the same as you said. But Jean Luc has been insisting for a couple of months now and he writes to me and he rings me up... Don't you think he might really be my Prince Charming?"
"Yes, he might be but..."
"No, no but! I promised him that next time he comes to Amsterdam I will give him my answer... and I really think it will be a yes."
And it was a yes.
Jean Luc had to go back to Switzerland while Samba had to settle some matters (amongst them his notice of resignation as required in our contract). So Jean Luc gave him an air ticket and also enough money so that when everything is settled he can reach Jean Luc in Geneva. Samba showed me a picture of Jean Luc's villa very proudly.
"We will live there just think of it! Will you come and visit me?"
"If he wants me in his house... Do you remember Arnaldo?"
"No, Jean Luc has already told me I can invite whoever I want including my rent-boy friends. He has nothing against us rent-boys. He is a strong and determined man with clear ideas and the habit of command but with me he is so very sweet and in bed he seems to worry more about making me enjoy it than getting pleasure for himself. Oh, Niki, if you only knew how happy I feel."
"Best wishes Samba. I hope that this time everything goes well. You deserve it you are a dear boy..."
"Hey, Niki, this is not a farewell. Don't put up that face. Don't be worried for me!"
But I am worried.
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Sean and Gigi got into a relationship. Gigi discovered we are rent-boys but doesn't mind. But he would like Sean to find a different job because he is a little jealous of him. Sean told me he is seriously looking for a different job. When Samba left for Geneva I went to live with Hansel again to leave my place at Sean's for Gigi.
I met Hansel's elder brother (two years older) who is gay too and lives in the Hague with a painter. We were their guests for a week-end. They are nice and sweet especially when they exchange tenderness like any normal couple. They have been living together for eight years.
Hansel and his brother Jan are very close (when they were boys they had sex together and it was Jan who led Hansel to discover his true sexuality). Pieter the painter wanted to paint my portrait naked. I think it is really good and so I have asked him to send me a picture of it. I was aware that while I was sitting for him Pieter got aroused but he didn't come on to me at all and nor did I try anything - Pieter and Jan are such a beautiful couple that I really don't want to get in between them. And furthermore Hansel told me that neither of them has ever cheated on the other.
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Both Gigi and Sean have found new jobs. They now work together as shop assistants in a shop that sells gay items in Varmoesstraat. They are still in love and happy together and Sean once when we met thanked me for having introduced him to Gigi and he added for have helped Gigi to "unveil" himself.
"Did Gigi tell you about him and me?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Sure, he told me everything really everything as of course I told him everything about me."
"And... aren't you... don't you have... any problems with me now?"
"Should I? On the contrary, if you hadn't seduced him he wouldn't be here with me now and so..."
"But really everything... also how I... I took him when he still didn't want it?"
"That too." Sean giggled. "You were really skilful from what Gigi told me. Probably other people perhaps even I would have scared him. You on the other hand, convinced him. Gigi is such a sensitive and gentle boy. You took him in the right way because you too are sensitive and gentle. I never thought I could fall in love the way I am with him now. With his simplicity and honesty, he is showing me a new world, much better than the one I built for myself. And with his devotion he is guiding me to discover dimensions of sex that I didn't know existed. He makes me feel loved but not just my cock or my arse or my mouth... all of me do you understand, all of me as I am as a person including my limits... It's a wonderful feeling."
In a word Sean is totally in love.
I'm really glad for both of them.
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Zio called me - Sparrow has been raped by a gang of hoodlums who caught him one night when he was leaving a gay pub. They bundled him into a car, took him out of town, beat him with punches and kicks and then in turn they all fucked him in the arse leaving him half dead at the side of the main road. There were eight of the criminal bastards. The police have not been able to find them, partly because they were in two stolen cars. Some people driving past miraculously found Sparrow and although it was in the dead of night they stopped and called the ambulance and the police. If he had been rescued only a few hours later Sparrow would almost certainly not have been alive.
I asked the agency for a week's leave explaining to them what happened and fortunately they gave it to me without raising any problem. I took the plane and rushed to see him. He was still in hospital but luckily out of danger and there would be no permanent damage. He was recovering slowly. He was really pleased to see me and I spent almost all my time near him passing myself off with the hospital staff as his brother. And he really is a brother for me.
His face is still so swollen as to be frightening to look at but his usual smile hadn't gone. He has an arm and a rib broken. He says that after all (but very after, I say) it was partly his own fault because when he left the pub he saw them leaning against a car laughing and jesting amongst themselves and abusing the people leaving the gay pub aloud. As he walked past one of those hooligans he said aloud, "God what a nice basket you have! I would like to take a ride on it." Alright, but this doesn't justify the violence and the brutality of those bastards.
I told Sparrow that he is incorrigible. He smiled slyly and said, "Actually I'm coming on to a nurse on the night shift - you should see him! What a hunk!"
"Come on, Sparrow! In your condition you couldn't do anything with him!"
"Well, not now but before they discharge me I could... You know I'm working on him for later."
"But do they know about you here?"
"That I'm gay or that I hustle?"
"Both."
"Gay yes hustler not. They treat me fairly. Also my little night nurse."
His little nurse as he calls him. Is twenty-six years old and a hefty chap fit to make you scared - 190 cm tall with huge shoulders like a rugby player
During that week I also met Giorgio when he came to visit Sparrow. He almost scolded me for coming without telling him first. Maybe a bit too plainly I replied I came for Sparrow not for him... And anyway that is the truth. But when I saw him coming into the hospital ward my heart turned a somersault and straightaway I felt I was still in love with him exactly as before. I only hope he didn't realise that. I hope I was able to hide my emotion well.
When the seven days I got were over, I said goodbye to all my friends (and to Giorgio by telephone) and went back to Amsterdam and to my life and my work there. When I left him Sparrow was still in a sorry state but noticeably better.
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Good news from Samba who it seems is living something very close to a never-ending honeymoon. Happily! He says that Jean Luc's family knows he is his boyfriend and that he has been accepted as a member of the family (especially by their dog Samba said with his usual humour). Anyway Jean Luc's family doesn't know he used to be a hustler - so it seems they are not quite that open-minded. I think I have to get used to calling him Gilmar again especially if I go to visit him as Jean Luc doesn't like the nickname Samba. In any case Gilmar is a really nice name. He is not wrong about that.
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The Higgins agency hired three new boys and so I am one of the veterans now. One is Zak who is twenty years old, an American with black hair of old Polish stock; the second one is Derek and he is an American too - the kind with a square jaw and with a na•ve face and a big cock always turned on and Derek is nineteen; the third is Jorge, a Spanish boy of twenty-one though he looks as if he is only just seventeen and his expression is that of a little hoodlum though he is a really gentle boy. Not bad at all those three!
A patron wanted two Latino boys. They sent me and Jorge so I saw him at work. This patron wanted to "play" the teacher punishing two inattentive students (of course by shoving it in their arses) and we had to wear a kind of English college uniform. You should have seen how Jorge played his part! At the beginning of that "play" he put on an incredible brazen face and then he changed it to a na•ve scared little face when he realised what punishment the "professor" had in store for us and the air of a vicious little pig while he was being fucked in his firm little arse. It was amusing and arousing at the same time and our patron was really pleased. That Jorge is a natural actor!
Then, while we were going back to work on our bicycles, Jorge said, "Hey, mate do you know I like this job a lot? All our patrons have a screw loose somewhere?"
"No, the greater part of them is terribly boring."
"Well, it's a lot better than when I was hustling in the parks in my country when all you could do was just a quickie in the bushes and all you got for it a handful of small change. And we had to put up with the Guardia Nacional who said they had to fine you for prostitution unless you were kind to them... Not all of them but quite a few. The honest ones unfortunately just fined you. But we're never going to be given beautiful johns fit to make you die with desire, are we?"
"A few yes, but never enough."
"Oh, shit! But one cannot get everything one wants in life, can one, mate?"
"Right - that's so..."
Jorge said that as soon as he has enough savings he will open a gay bar in Spain. Derek on the other hand seems to think he will be able to go on hustling until he is ninety years old. Zak wants to become a photographer of male nudes ("so when I get old I can fuck my models..."). I'm the only one of us who still doesn't have any clear idea about my future.
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I discovered that Derek likes men over fifty. Top or bottom he doesn't care as long as they have some grey hairs. He gets incredibly aroused by an old man if he is still well built.
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Gilmar insists I go to visit him but I cannot ask for any more leave for a while. Everything is going really well with his Jean Luc. He bought a sports car for Gilmar, not a luxury model but really beautiful. And Gilmar says Jean Luc always treats him like a prince. He doesn't let Gilmar want for anything and above all lavishes his affection and company on him. If he has to leave for more than a couple of days he always takes Gilmar with him.
A good thing.
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I received a long letter from my friends. Sparrow is back home but he hasn't yet gone back to work (though he complains that he wants to). But he got to give head to his "little nurse" but that's as far as he got... and only once. Mauro is getting on well in his studies and wrote (in a quite perfect Italian) that he had a crush for a class-mate, but he still isn't sure whether the boy is available or not. He says he has fun with his johns and everything is fine. Jimmi has too many johns and is on the brink of a breakdown (I wrote to tell him to stop and to come to visit me and have some rest!). He had another quarrel with his brother Thiery when he met him in a bar and they nearly got to blows. He also wrote to tell me that the boys Giorgio has sex with can't be counted any more, there are so many. Zio and MemŽ are still in love and happy together - they bought new furniture for their bedroom and a beautiful bike.
They still haven't found a sixth boy (and I wrote to tell them to look for one as I will not go back) so Sparrow sleeps alone in his room except when Mauro goes to spend the night in his bed. Jimmi doesn't go to visit them any more because when he is back home he is so tired that his cock wouldn't stand up unless you got a crane to it.
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I went with Hansel to see his brother Jan and Pieter again. We got the usual warm welcome. Pieter told me his story... and it seems almost incredible.
He said that he had his first sexual experience when he was twenty-five. He knew very well he was gay, since his service in the army when he used to go to the latrine to beat his meat while fantasizing about his mates in the barracks. But he never dared to try anything and even if someone tried to hook him, he put them off by pretending to be straight. He told me he doesn't know what he was really scared about in those times. Having understood he was gay didn't make him feel "different" at all. He might have been scared of the sex itself and yet desire for it was increasing in him incredibly.
One day, when he was twenty-five as I said, he was changing in the locker room of the gym while all alone when his wallet slipped out of a pocket and fell between the wooden bars of a grid on the floor. To retrieve it he lifted one of the grids and climbed down into the hollow space under it. The grid which he had balanced in a precarious position fell down into place. After he had picked up his wallet he was just going to push up the grid again when he heard two mates coming in talking in whispers like two "conspirators". Made curious more by their tone than by their words which he couldn't make out clearly, he crouched down in the shadows and listened. The two stopped almost on top of him.
He heard, "... I told you no! Willhem"
"But why do we have to always meet at night in the dark at Grens hut? Jacob I would really rather do it in daytime in sunlight..."
"Yeah, and that way you would get caught by my folks? You well know how they are don't you?"
"Yes, they can't stand us gay people I know. But we cannot go on hiding for our whole lives!"
Pieter's heart gave a lurch. He knew the two of them very well - he knew who they were - the mayor's son and the son of the pastor of the Lutheran church! And they were lovers, gay lovers! Staying there crouching he carried on listening.
"Tonight I can't. I can't tell my folks that I'm on duty for the night watch again can I?"
"Tomorrow night?"
"I don't know... Listen when I can I will ride my bicycle under your window whistling "Mon Papa", and then you can meet me at the hut. Is that alright?"
"Yes, alright."
They then got changed and went out. Then Pieter got out of his hideout and although he was usually so bashful, shy and fearful he made a plan of an incredible boldness.
That same evening after supper he rode his bicycle under Willhem's window whistling that song and went straight to the Grens hut. He hid his bicycle, went inside and explored the hut with his flashlight - he saw in a corner there was a kind of straw pallet covered with white sailcloth. He switched off his flashlight, undressed and lay in wait, trembling lest things didn't work out right and also with excitement.
After a time that seemed endless to him the hut door opened a little and Willhem's shadow slipped inside and his voice asked in a whisper, "Are you there?"
Pieter wanting to imitate Jacob's voice and guessing that whispering would make it less recognizable, answered, "Here..."
The other closed the door and Pieter felt him draw nearer. I don't want to step on you... where are you?"
"Shush!" Pieter answered,
He heard the other moving about and then felt his body lie down near him - almost on top of him.
"Oh, sorry... but you are already naked... Are you so eager?"
"Yes..."
"Today you were raising so many difficulties! Wait! I'll undress... So, where are you? Oh, Jacob, I'm ready... Give me head for a while before I shove it inside..."
He groped his way in the dark and found the cock of the other with his hands. It was already hard and he put it between his lips and started to suck it. He was so very excited and so great was the emotion of having a hard cock in his mouth that he feared he would come at once.
"Jacob, what fervour! What's up this time? Go gently... oh... but... you're really horny aren't you?"
Pieter nodded without losing his hold.
After a while Willhem whispered, "Good go on all fours now so that I can shove it all inside you before I come in your mouth!"
Pieter at once took the position and felt the other trying to find his body with his hands, go at his back, spread some saliva on his hole, take him at his waist and start to push.
"Heck you seem tighter than usual! Don't squeeze, relax. Do you want me in or not?"
"Yes..."
"Relax then... relax, go on!"
Pieter tried to relax as much as he could and to spread his buttocks as wide as possible with both hands while the other kept on pushing harder.
"It's almost as if your arse is virgin again! Heck how good! But how are you doing? Tell me, Jacob..."
Pieter didn't answer. Willhem pushed with more energy and finally started to penetrate him. It hurt a little but Pieter just gritted his teeth and tried to relax as much as possible. He was losing his cherry and was very excited by that. He felt Willhelm sink inside him, one centimetre after the other and his cock seemed huge, even bigger than when he had it in his mouth.
Willhem pushed and muttered, "Where did you learn to do it like this Jacob? It's good this way... I feel almost as I were taking your cherry again after six months... It's fantastic..." and he pushed and pushed, slowly invading him.
Finally, after ages, Willhem was entirely inside him and started to fuck him. Pieter enjoyed every centimetre of that cock and every stroke of Willhelm's pelvis and every time that Willhem's balls slapped against his buttocks and his strong hands holding him by his waist. Feeling gripped in a frenzy, he started to beat his meat.
"No, stop it; you mustn't come or you won't be able to give me your spunk! You know how much I like to drink it don't you?"
Pieter stopped. The other was riding him at a wild gallop.
"Here I am Jacob... I'm almost... filling you... here... here... here I aaaaaam!" and his last stroke was so violent that both fell down on their sides but still tightly joined.
Willhem was panting heavily and was caressing and teasing Pieter's genitals. Pieter asked himself if Willhem could detect the difference touching there but evidently he could not because Willhelm was still fondling him. He then felt the cock of his unintentional deflowerer slowly retract from his burning hole. When it was all out Willhem made him lie on his back and bent on his knees between Pieter's legs and leant down to give him head taking it right down his throat. Pieter was near to screaming with pleasure and barely managed to keep quiet.
Willhem took a short rest to catch his breath and then said, "Your tool seems harder than usual too. You are really turned on my little pig! Aren't you?" and he dived again to give him a fantastic blow-job.
Pieter was unable to control himself any more and arched his pelvis upwards and spurted in his unsuspecting companion's throat all his seed moaning aloud. Willhem swallowed it all without letting a single drop slip out and then parted from him.
"Oh, Jacob you almost drowned me and you taste sweeter than usual... What did you do tonight? I almost don't recognize you..." His hands went up to stoke Pieter's head. "What have you done to your hair? But..." his hands went to feel Pieter's face and touched him again and Pieter went cold. "You aren't Jacob"! Who are you? What trick is this ..."
He felt him draw away and for a moment he felt scared fearing the worst consequences ("he will now take a knife and slit my throat..." and similar things). He heard him rummage about. He wanted to run away and to take shelter but he was paralysed with fear. He heard a dry rubbing and in the dark arose the little flame of a match.
He saw the amazed expression of Willhem and heard him say unbelieving "But you... you are Pieter! You aren't Jacob you are Pieter... Why are you here? Where is Jacob? Tell me! The cat hasn't eaten your tongue, has he?"
With difficulty in pieces and bits Pieter explained the whole story to him. He was still scared.. Willhem listened to him with his his mouth wide open Then when he understood the whole story he burst into laughter.
"So... so I took your cherry too! And I've now found another mate with whom I can amuse myself... Goodness what a piece of cake."
"Aren't you mad at me?"
"No way, Pieter absolutely not."
"Do you... forgive me for this joke?"
"Call it a joke! I forgive you sure but you must agree to something..."
"That is?"
"We have to fuck together again often and in day time."
"On some occasions I'm alone at home... you can come to my place."
"You can count on it!"
That was Pieter's initiation: to be deflowered while taking someone else's place.
After Willhem came other boys including Jacob until Pieter met Jan and they fell in love. Jan and Hansel had answered an ad of Pieter's in the newspaper where he had advertised that he was looking for teenage models to sit for him and that's how they met.
During the first sittings Jan realised that Pieter got a hard-on every time he was painting him naked sitting with his brother the two were posing as the Dioscuri, the two brother-lovers (how appropriate!).
When they started to make love they had already known each other for a year.
The initiative was taken by Hansel who during a break from sitting said to Pieter, "My brother really wants to have sex with you but he hasn't the guts to tell you. I think that you like my brother because when I come here alone for a sitting, I see that you never get a hard-on... but when he sits for you, you always get one Why don't you enjoy each other, for heaven's sake?"
Jan blushed and Pieter started laughing and went up to Jan and stroked his naked body.
"Your brother is right. Why don't you stay here with me later as it seems that we both want it?"
Hansel went back alone and Jan stayed. It was not love at first sight but it blossomed little by little sitting after sitting until they realised they were in love and confessed it to each other. Seven months after that first time Jan and Pieter decided to try living together and they are together still and completely harmoniously.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10
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